The next day, I went back to school and was energenticly greeted by Hena. I wanted so badly to slap the shit out of her but I wasn't raised like that.
"Hey Hena," I said with fake cheerfullness.
"Hey Parker! I'm sooo sorry, it won't happen again." Hena said as we walked to first period.
"It better not," I said under my breath.
I settled down in class and tried to pay attention. It was hell. Hena wrote notes to me like usual, I wrote back just to be nice.
The day droned on and when I got home, Mom and Dad had news for me.
"There's going to be a reunion of the old district twelve survivors." Dad said as we sat on the porch swing.
"That means Gale is going to be there," Mom said on the other side of me. "It's not like he's a bad person it's just that we want you to stay clear of him."
I nodded and leaned back. "Yeah, I'll try."
"Good," Dad said and pushed the swing with his feet. "It's tomorrow, you can skip school if you want."
"I want to, anything to get away from Hena." I said, almost too desprete.
"Parker," Mom said. Her voice on edge.
"Sorry," I mumbled and pulled me knees up to my chest. "What's for dinner?"
"Spagettii," Dad said and kissed my forehead.
I got up and climbed the stairs up to my room, I flopped down in front of my window. Dad was starting to mow the yard and Mom was weeding the Primroses. I finally understood why she liked them so much.
I took out a paper and started to sketch the scene. Suddenly, I felt a pair of chubby arms grip my waist. It was Kyle.
"P'!" He giggled and laid on my back.
"Hey Kyle," I smiled and ruffled his hair.
"Dwawing?" He said, his slight lisp making it funnier.
"Yeah, you want to draw too?" I handed him a sketching notebook and a pencil.
"Yeah!" He yelled and started to scribble all over the paper. That's one of the reasons why I keep a spare notebook for him.
I continued to sketch and let my thoughts wander to the District twelve meeting. When Kyle tugged on my sleeve, all of those thoughts broke like a baseball through a window. Or a rock.
Dad must've ran over a rock with the lawn mower because one went through the dinner room window.
I scooped up Kyle and raced down the stairs. Mom and Dad were admiring the window like a work of art.
"What happened?" I asked as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I ran over a rock," Dad said and rubbed his forehead.
"Nice," I said and handed Kyle to Mom.
She bounced him up on her hip. "We better get that replaced before Effie sees."
"Effie as in Effie Trinket?" I asked and pushed my hair out of my face.
"Yeah, she's going to be here tomorrow." Mom said and kissed Kyle's forehead.
"Oh," I said softly.
"Let's go into town, we'll be back in a bit." Mom said, "we'll take Kyle. Do you want to stay here?"
"Yeah, get back before it rains." I glanced at the darkening sky.
They ran towards the car, hurrying so that their capitol friend won't freak out. I ran up to my room and burried under my blankets. I hate the house when nobody is here.
When I was five, Mom and Dad left me at the house for about three minutes while there was an emergency at the bakery. I was scared out of my mind and every noise sounded like a monster creeping in the house. Ever since then, I hate it.
The blankets felt familiar against my skin, they were warm. Nothing could replace this moment, I was really scared. I clicked on my phone, the light was also familiar. I played a game until they got home.
"Parker!" Mom yelled up the stairs, "we've got the window!"
I sprung out of my nest of blankets and raced down the stairs. The window guy was holding the window, he looked pretty bored.
Kyle and I watched as He replaced the window. Mom and Dad paid him and then he left.
We admired the new window, it was shiney and clean. But it won't stay for long.
Mom and I cleaned the house since it was a reunion and everybody would like to see the victors house. Mom made me clean my room, for some reason.
Apperently, all the old families of district twelve would reunite and have a celebration. This was the first time it happened since I was born.
Mom and I picked out my clothes. They were dark wash jeans, a flannel shirt with my hunting boots. Stylish enough.
When night came, I curled up in bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Mom braided my hair in two french braids, she says they make me look like her when she was younger. I refushed blue bows in them when she joked out a suggestion.
The door bell rang, Mom and Dad looked at eachother before going to answer it. I sat at the table and drew. Kyle was still asleep.
A capitol dressed-wig wearing lady came sauntering in. "Katniss! Peeta!" She had the ridiculas capitol accent. "I haven't seen you in ages."
"It's good to see you too Effie," Dad hugged her.
They exchanged hugs and then she saw me. "Is this Parker you were telling me about?"
I forced a painfull smile and was suddenly swept up into her arms. She smelled like expensive perfume and makeup. "Hi Effie," I grunted since I couldn't breath.
She pulled away and held me at arms length. "She looks just like you Katniss."
"Kyle's upstairs, I'll go get him." Dad said and hurried upstairs.
Mom and Effie talked buissily in the kitchen. I went outside and started to draw on the deck since I couldn't concentrait.
I could hear Effie squeal when she held Kyle. I rolled my eyes and sat down in the porch swing. School would almost be better than this.
Later, we went down into the town square. It was decorated beautifully to celebrate. Haymitch and Effie were reunited, it was a funny site. Haymitch wasn't as drunk but he was sober enough.
I sat down on a park bench, wishing I was in the woods when someone sat down next to me. I jumped almost two feet in the air but I realized it was a boy about my age.
"What a show huh?" He said, his voice was obviously bored.
"I'd rather be in the woods," I said softly.
"Me too," he said and held out his hand. "Isaac Javier."
"Parker Mellark," I said and shook his head.
"You're Katniss and Peeta's kids," he said and raised his chin.
"Yeah," I said proudly.
"That's pretty cool, my parents were survivors of the District Twelve bombing." He said, proud also hinting in his voice. "Unkown of course."
I smiled, "that's too bad."
"Not really, they are still survivors." Isaac smiled and bumped my shoulder. "I bet you have a nice aim."
"Why wouldn't I?" I smirked and pulled my knees up to my chest.
He just smiled and looked off toward the dancers in the circle. Mom and Dad were standing off toward the edge of the circle, holding Kyle.
Hello! Sorry this took a long time to get up. Thanks to MeganAnnabethJackson for giving me this wonderfull idea! Hopefully this next chapter will be up quicker than this one. But I typed this one in about two days so it should be good.
QOTD: Have you read the Gone book series?
Answer: Yes I have, they are amazing and I recomend them!