I yawned and felt the bright light filling my eyes. It was the early morning type of soft blue with the sun warming its way through the clouds. I imagined my mother opening the curtains and gently nudging me awake for work. I shook my head when I found myself surrounded in white starchy sheets and a wrinkly grayed haired man who I knew was President Snow.
"Well, well." President Snow clucked his tongue. "What do we have here?" he sneered.
I tried replying, but then a huge amount of pain terrorized my mouth. A tear ran down my cheek when I realized I had lost my tongue. I couldn't speak anymore. My love of poetry, words, and music were now gone. I wouldn't be able to laugh ever again. I started to sob; even the choking watery gasps had become pitiful squeaks. My life was doomed.
President stared hard at me. "What do you know about the Rebellion?" I flinched like someone had just slapped me cheek.
"Yes." President Snow sneered,"I know all about District 11's little plans of rebelling. Well, most, and if you aren't going to speak up about your plot, I guess you'll have to work as a servant for the rest of you life."
My heart pounded in my ears, how much did he know about the Rebellion? Why would he be asking for information if he claimed he knew all about it? I couldn't risk giving up information he didn't know. I couldn't let Mama, Papa, Renee, and all of District 11 down. They were relying on me.
I would have to stay here and become an Avox. It could be possible to escape if I could find a map of the Capital and all the tunnels and secret passageways. Even though I had not made it to Disrict 13 to bring the message that we would come, it was the best I would be able to do.
"I guess you have to liveere for th rest if your life then." President Snow sighed, "No worries, I'll have Jasmine bring you to the servant's quarters." He pressed a few buttons on a walkie talkie device.
After a few seconds, a tall, broad shouldered with striking features walked. Her high heels clicked the floor as she walked in. I assumed she was Jasmine.
Jasmine nodded to President Snow and looked at me. I bit my lip as I walked out in barefeet following her. I didn't bother looking for my backpack or the few pieces of food I had with me when I got caught.
I paid attention to the marble floor and all the doors and hallways. I made note of names of the plaques on the doorways.
Soon, we passed the kitchen. We walked to the back and she opened what looked like the janitor's closet.
Jasmine inserted a key and opened the door. "This is your new room."
She pushed me in. Jasmine opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out a huge pile of clothing. She laid each piece of set of clothing out on the dusty bed.
"One for each day." Jasmine said, "blue on Mondays, green on Tuesdays, yellow on Wednesdays, purple on Thursdays, red on Fridays, silver on Saturday, and white on Sundays, and these are your undergarments. Get dressed." Jasmine waited as I awkwardly tugged on my set of blue with a heavy heart.
Blue, green, yellow, purple, red, silver, white. I thought to myself over and over again. The words felt awkward in my head, I was much more used to the letters rolling in my mouth.
She explained how I would be running errands for people. Jasmine took out a small pouch from the bag with the clothing.
"Don't move." She dared. Jasmine slowly opened the pouch and exposed a needle. Naturally, I flinched. "It's a tracker." She explained as she shot daggers into my eyes. I was half-tempted to bolt out the open door, but I knew I wouldn't be able to make it. I felt like I was going to die any second.