Book
The last few hours are a total blur, and I don't want to remember any specifics. My name was called at the reaping. No one took my place, or that of the boy's. We're both from the community home, so they're glad to be rid of us.
I don't expect any visitors in the hour allotted, but I'm surprised to see that Jem, the woman who runs the girls' dorm at the Community Home, (or the CoHo, as it's known here in District 5,) has come to see me.
She stands awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, then gathers herself together and comes and sits next to me.
"I'm sorry," she says simply, and says nothing more.
I watch the large, ornate clock on the wall as my hour ticks down. Jem and I sit there for over fifty minutes, when suddenly I remember something.
I seize Jem's shoulder. "My book!" I cry, and she looks startled.
"What?" she asks, looking puzzled.
"I have a book… I took it from the library without permission," I say. "It's really old, and rare, and I'm sorry… but I needed you to know… so you didn't get in trouble." My voice becomes a whisper as I finish my statement.
Jem looks at me, her face softening. "It's alright… but…" her face crinkles up. "But what book did you take? Nothing of importance has disappeared recently."
I blink. This was not what I expected. "It's called Twilight… and it's from before even the Dark Days, so it must be valuable, right?"
Then I hear a noise never before uttered from the mouth of Jem. She's laughing.
She pats my knee and smiles, again, something I've rarely seen her do. "That's fine. It wasn't very good anyway."
The Peacekeepers come in then, and take her away, and I'm left sitting there, speechless.
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