Written for Macayla.


10. Rue and Curley (Boy from Four.)

In the training centre, the young girl from District Eleven was being watched. Little to her knowledge, as she was too busy watching the tall girl from District Twelve.

Clumsily the boy dropped his trident and became knotted in his own net. "Dammit. Pay attention to what you're doing." He mumbled angrily to himself when suddenly the small girl dropped down from the rafters above him.

"Hi, I'm Rue. Do you want a hand? You seem a bit tangled." She giggled to herself.

The boy smiled. "Thanks. Uh, I'm Curley. 'Cos of my hair." He demonstrated by shaking his head to make his hair bounce crazily.

Rue erupted in a fit of giggles as she helped to remove the net that was wrapped tightly around his leg and opposite arm, his trident lying forgotten on the floor.

"Thank you, Rue." He smiled.

She quickly climbed back up the rope ladder. "Don't mention it."