DISTRICT 4
CLAIRE
7
I swam up and down the pool wearing all my clothes. My arms made swift strokes against the lapping waves of the water. The intercom booms. "I need Claire and Redrick in the lobby. Claire and Redrick in the lobby." Philip's completely sane voice signals me over the intercom. Stupid Philip! I lift myself out and start drying my tanktop off. My commander jacket lies wadded up in a corner.
My wet feet slammed across the carpet making big puddles in his stupid little carpet. I found Philip in the corner. "No need to be angry Claire! Now-"
My wet palm touches his face. The noise is something like a wet curled up towel hitting skin. The slap of his flesh gives me more satisfaction than I could ask for. A red lump begins to form on his cheek. "No need to be angry! How can you expect me not to be angry? You just picked up my entire life, my entire world and dragged it back to the only place I fear! Yet you say I shouldn't be angry! I didn't ask for Snow to kill Bret okay. You cant change that." Philip nodded not daring to rub his burning cheek. He led me to my room, wincing when he thought I wasn't looking.
CW1998. My new room number. My new prison. And this time I cant hope that I will make it out alive. Philip talks to his jacket and smiles as I shut the door in his face. I hear two sets of footsteps- Carleigh and Blake.
I slump onto my bed not even taking in the details. "How could I get mad like that?" I say slamming my fist into the hotpink sheets.
There is a melodic buzzing noise and I stand up. Casey's shining face is on my wall. I tap a wall chunk that says accept. This must be an O.R. or maybe a log of some sort. Casey's face disappeared as a pink screen popped up.Casey has been accepted! Rang through my room like a capitol Tv. Booming and buzzing that shocks the wits out of you. Caesar Flickerman. In the end all you get is a cannon blast.
Carleigh's face shone bright on the picture. Again, I pressed accept. This time, her face stayed on the screen. "Claire? Is that you?! You look so-"
"Exhausted... what's up?" I say.
"Well ummmm, I don't know how to put this but, I left all of the records at Avalon." She sighs.
"Oh ... that's okay I guess. Hi Blake." His tan face comes on the camera. It's funny how Carleigh and Blake look so similar. They could truthfully be twins. Blake kisses Carleigh's forehead and I continue to smile, even though they should save it for later.
"Thank you so much Claire you are a miracle. Goodbye!" Carleigh said frizzling off the screen pixel by pixel.
I fall back on my bed and want to die. No from stress or depression, but pure exhaustion. My whole body feels like a bucket of drenching sponges pulling me down and leaking all of the energy I have left through my many holes. I keep slipping and sliding due to the weightyness of my exhaustion.
I wait for my eyes to close all by themselves then slowly drift off to sleep.
