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~Runaway Baby's sister
Chapter 2
I make my way to school, pulling my jacket tighter with each icy gust that attempts to knock me off my feet. I enter the dimly lit school building and walk down the hallway to Room 15 – 8th Grade. I have always hated this school and I cannot wait to leave here with the rest of District 12. I push open the door with an extra nudge from my shoulder. As soon is I lay one foot on the floor of that classroom, I enter total mayhem.
A paper airplane zooms by my head and I twist my neck to avoid being crushed by thousands of spitballs. And, of course, Mrs. Hamilton is in her office, clueless. I walk two aisles over and four seats down, swing my pack off, and thunk down into my chair. Mrs. Hamilton scurries out of her office and rushes over to the television that is mandatory to have in each room. She grabs the remote and flicks it on, just to catch the end of the anthem.
A tall, dark man is shown on our screen. President Thomas opens his mouth and begins to speak. I immediately tune out. President Thomas is our newest president elected by all of the citizens, not just the Capitol. I stare out the window and plan my escape from District 12 and my awful mother.
Annalise, who sits next to me, nudges me and whispers, "You may want to listen to this."
"What?" I ask, utterly confused. But she just points at the screen. I glace and all I see is in large letters: District 14-The Victor's Village.
"All of the previous victors of the Hunger Games will be moved to their own district." I hear President Thomas say. "They will be moved at 3:30 tonight with their families. The rest of the citizens will be visiting them and offering gifts, otherwise they will be severely punished."
My heart stops. Gifts? Punished? I stand up so abruptly that I kick my chair over, but ignore that, Annalise's shouts and Mrs. Hamilton's scoldings. I brush past her and bolt out the door. Once I get into the hallway, I run out of the secondary school and into the primary school, which is right next door. I burst into Room 8-3rd Grade.
"Finn!" My voice catches in my throat. He is on the floor, curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. After we had gotten shown the 74th and 75th Hunger Games. He has never been the same. I bend down next to him and wrap my arms tight around him.
"Finnick, are you okay?" his polite, young teacher asks.
"Look at him! Do you possibly think in any way that he is 'okay'?" I shout in her shocked face. "Not like you would know. You probably have a absolutely perfect life." I regret the words as soon as I say them. She was probably in District 12 when the bombing happened. She may have lost her entire family.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"It's okay," she replies. "Why don't you take him home? I'm sure you will have packing to do."
I help him up and we walk out of the classroom hand in hand.
"Rue?" he asks in his most scared voice.
"Yes?" I respond.
"Why do we have to leave?" Probably to make us more vulnerable so the Capitol can take over again, I think.
"I don't know Finn. I don't now." I smooth down his golden blond hair and hold him close to me.
When we get home, Katniss is on the couch staring at the black television screen, Dad is next to her. Finn runs to them and buries his face into Katniss's chest. I look at them for the longest time, trying to piece together what is going through the President's mind. Why would he make us leave?