The 83rd Victor: District 4; Chapter 3
So in the next 2 chapters there are about 6 new characters. Yeah I know it's hard to remember them all. But hey what was I supposed to do? I killed off 23 other characters! And to reply to the guest review: Wow. That was very well written and I would like to use something like that. But my predicament is I don't know how that would fit into my story line. Maybe in one of Elyce's nightmares? We'll see. Well I won't keep you from the reading anymore.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games that is Suzanne Collins. Just Elyce's story came from my mind.
Previously in the 83rd Victor:
Both Kai and Elyce agreed to stay in District 4 and mentor. Elyce then had a terrible flashback and a horrible nightmare and spent the night in Kai's bed.
Chapter 3
The first thing I see this morning is Kai's sleeping face. His mouth is slightly open and one arm is outstretched, the hand still holding mine. I smile and sit up, stretching my arms up into the air. His room has dark blue walls like the bottom of the ocean. Morning sunlight shines through the thin white curtains. His sheets are black and silky. I'm still wearing his big gray shirt from yesterday after the storm.
I walk quietly out of his room and down the hall to mine. I shut my door and slip on a pair of short jean shorts and a tight yellow and pink striped t-shirt. I brush my hair and put on the necklace Zack gave me.
I go down the stairs and into the kitchen. The calendar says it's September first and the clock on the oven says in glowing green letters that it's 10:30 a.m. My stomach growls. I don't feel like mooching off Kai and eating more of his food so I run back upstairs, grab my purse and leave a note for Kai that says I'm going out to get some breakfast.
As I walk down the Victor's Village path I hear construction noise. They're probably building my new house. I walk a few blocks into the merchant area. Then to Sandy and Shelly's. It's a small café owned by a 50-something-year-old named Sandy. She used to have a daughter, Shelly, but Shelly mysteriously disappeared about 20 years ago. Sandy's quite friendly and doesn't mind my group of friends who often hang out at her shop and fool around; as long as we buy something that is.
I open the door and a small bell chimes in the silent, empty shop. "Elyce!" someone cries out, grabbing me in a hug from behind.
"Sandy!" I greet back, turning around and putting my arms around her scrawny shoulders. She's a small, jolly old women with a belly that says so. Her gray-blue eyes that are just like Chase's sparkle dully up at me; she's almost a foot shorter than me.
"I'm so happy you're back," she says, leading me to a table. My stomach growls embarrassingly loud. "The usual?"
"Yes please," I say with a small laugh.
"I've missed filling my favorite customer's favorite order," she says with a wink. I smile and Sandy continues talking as she walks away into the kitchen to get my usual lemonade and banana bread. "So where are you staying now-a-days?" her disembodied voice asks me.
"My friend Kai's house," I answer.
"But aren't you supposed to be in the Victor's Village now?"
"He lives in the village. The houses are all filled up so mine is still being built. It'll be ready next month if you'd like to visit."
"Oh you mean Kai the Victor then?"
"Yeah."
"And what does your mom think of you living with a boy?"
I turn a little red but Sandy's still in the kitchen and doesn't see. "As long as I'm in the Victor's Village she's fine with whoever I stay with."
"Ah, I see."
"So where is everyone?" I ask, deciding to change the subject.
Sandy arrives with my food. "They're at school honey…it's the first day."
"What?!"
"Yeah… But you're a Victor now, you don't have to go." Sandy sets my food down and takes a seat across from me. I take a sip of lemonade.
"Oh, I forgot. I'm supposed to come up with some hobby to take up my time now. I meant to ask Kai but…"
"Have you thought of anything?"
"Not yet…maybe swimming?"
Sandy looks at me dryly while I take a bite of banana bread. "Oh really? Swimming? Wow," she says sarcastically.
"What?"
"Come on Elyce, we're in the fishing district. That's the simplest thing to pick. I know you, do something more creative!"
"Like what? I don't know how to do anything else…"
"Well I saw how good you did with that bow and arrow in the games but the Capitol will frown upon using weapons in the districts. You could learn something. Maybe you could paint, make jewelry, sew stuff, dance-."
"Dance?" I interrupt. "But that's so old. Who would teach me that? I bet no one even knows it anymore."
"Well I do. And I could teach you."
"You could teach me how to dance?"
"Yes! My mother taught me, her mother taught her and so on."
"What kind of dance?"
"Ballet, pointe, lyrical, modern, jazz, hip hop, tap, all kinds."
"Okay. I don't really know what all those are…" We both laugh. "Where would I get… I don't know like shoes or something?"
"I have those too. So are you in or not?"
"Of course I am!"
"Good. I can come over every weekday from 1 to 3." A customer comes into the café. Sandy stands up. "But…I will be away from my shop during the time I'm teaching you and…"
"You'll need money, I understand."
"Yes, thank you," Sandy says with a smile. She turns to walk away.
"Wait Sandy, 1 more question."
"Yeah?"
"When do we start?"
Hm well I guess that was mostly a filler chapter… Oh well I hope you liked it anyway. See ya next week! Wait! Okay so recently we had to write a paper and I got a C on it. That's not usual for me. My teacher said it wasn't good quality for my age. That made me pretty sad because I want to be a writer when I grow up but I can't if I suck. So I was wondering, how old do you think I am?