This chapter's a little shorter, but hopefully you find it amusing.
Also, I forgot (well, I always forget) to do this:
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or Suzanne Collins' brain. I only own the original characters.
Now, moving on!
Chapter 6
I wake to rapping on my door. I sit up, running a hand through my hair. Crap. I fell asleep with it wet and now it's all tangled. I flatten it down a little bit. "Come in!"
An Avox, a boy about my age with spiky black hair and brown eyes slowly walks in, carrying a large, silver tray. Following him is Bianca and Mitzey.
The Avox gives me a welcoming smile and opens the tray. I gasp. Pancakes! My favorite! He hands me a plate with three pancakes and a fork. He takes a bottle of maple syrup and squeezes some onto the side of my plate, placing the bottle on the desk next to me.
"Thank you," I say. He nods and leaves. Bianca stands near my bed. Mitzey stays near the other side of the room and leans against the wall, her arms crossed. I guess they're going to stay here while I eat. Might as well make conversation. "Pancakes are my favorite," I tell both of them. I cut a piece of the first one and take a bite. Ahhhhhh. Heaven in circular form. I take another piece.
"I thought you'd like a little taste of home." Mitzey grins.
"I never heard of these before. When Mitzey requested them for you, I was puzzled. Are they popular back in District Seven?" Bianca asks. She seems genuinely curious.
"Yeah. Very popular." I continue eating.
"District Seven makes syrup, too, along with lumber." Mitzey explains.
"Syrup... Oh, the brown stuff?" Bianca picks up the bottle of syrup and examines it. "Violet, do you mind if I-?" "You've never had syrup before?"
Bianca shakes her head. "I only heard about it for the first time today. Do you usually have it with pancakes or do you just drink it by itself?"
I finish the first pancake. "Well..." I notice Mitzey laughing quietly and desperately trying to cover it up. "I guess you could have it by itself, but it's much better with pancakes." I take the third pancake and cut a little bit off it and dip it in syrup. "Here, try it."
"Are you sure? Is it unhealthy?" she asks warily.
"It's healthier with the pancake. Go on." I hold out the fork.
Bianca takes the fork and squints at the pancake. She slowly puts it in her mouth and chews it carefully, then swallows.
I wait. Mitzey leans off the wall and walks over to Bianca. "Well?"
Bianca's eyes brighten. "That is the best food I have ever tasted."
I throw my arms up in the air and cheer. Mitzey claps.
Bianca's amazed. "It's so soft! The flavor is so simple and delicious. And the syrup makes even softer! I love it! It's sweet, but not so much that it would make me vomit!"
I almost choke on the first bite of my second pancake. Mitzey busts up laughing.
"I'm going to go get a plate and eat some. I haven't eaten yet. I'll see you in a bit!" She runs out the room.
Mitzey is bent over, laughing. "Ha ha... That never gets old... Ha ha..."
"What?" I ask. I'm totally confused.
"She says that whenever she tries something. Even when she hates it."
"Why?" I wouldn't do that.
Mitzey composes herself. "To be polite. But it's all right. I've known Bianca long enough to be able to tell if she likes something or not. And she really likes pancakes. You should see her when she doesn't like something." She cracks up again. "Her nose wrinkles and her eyes just grow wider. It's the funniest thing. Like with the caviar."
I'm halfway through the second pancake. "What's caviar?"
"Fish eggs."
Now it's my turn to wrinkle my nose. "Ew!"
"Yeah, I thought so, too. It's really popular in District Four."
Mitzey sits down on the edge of my bed. "So it's around eight o' clock and the parade starts at nine. So when you're done, go straight to Star and your prep team. Then when you're all set, you'll meet Flame there at your chariot. You know what I need you two to do?"
I finish the second pancake. "Smile and wave." I wave in a princess-like fashion and smile in a really girly way.
"Okay, but don't smile like that. You look creepy. Just smile normally. We need you two to look pretty, since this will be the Capitol's first impressions of you. Your personalities won't be judged until the interviews."
"So, smile, wave and look hot."
"Right." She pauses. "Have you met any of the tributes yet besides Flame?"
"Just one. Bethany." The image of her floats into my mind and my heart skips a beat. "I think she'll make a good ally."
Mitzey gets up and turns to me, her hands on her hips. "I guess, if you can get her to do it in the first place."
"What do you mean?"
"Tribute list, Violet. Tribute list." Then she leaves.
What? Tribute list... OH!
I turn to my desk and find the list crumpled underneath the syrup. I lift the syrup and unravel the list, scanning it. I find what I'm looking for and my eyes widen in shock. "Oh, crap." I say aloud.
District Four
Matthew Waters; 12
Bethany Crow; 17
She's a Career.
Hahahahahahaha CLIFFY! Anyway, I'm about halfway through the next chapter, so expect it soon...
Song For Chapter: Downtown by Tegan and Sara (Just a chill song, perfect for mornings)
~LDD
