I ran into the bakery at 6 not able to sleep any longer. I bake bread, frost some new cakes, and silently hide tears. That dream gave me a head ache. And more heart ache. I open up an hour earlier than we normally would, and give some of the miners that are heading down some fresh bread. They take it easily; happy to get the free bread, which is the thick hardy stuff most miners enjoy.
My father comes down when the oven goes off, and he's surprised to see me up so early. He doesn't ask he just starts working like he normally would. Removing pieces of displays, putting up signs saying every thing's half off. He runs back upstairs, and a few people come in. They come over to me, each person holding a small loaf of bread.
"Go and take a large loaf, all of you. Take two or three. I'll cover it; I have way too much money." I hand all of them 4 more coins. I put the money in the register, my own money that I use to pay for peoples food, and each person runs back grabbing 3 large loaves. My father comes back, Ella following him, and she starts cleaning.
A few people come in, but not many. More than have been I think, but I don't really know. I haven't been here in forever. Ella watches me frost a few cakes, and a few people come in asking for jobs, and Father has to say no, but I make sure to slip each of them a few coins before they leave.
My father lets me leave, but I just wander around town, and when I do go home I paint. I finish a painting of Prim collecting primroses in a few hours. When I stand wiping the paint that was on my hands onto my pants I hear the TV click on. I run down the steps, unsure of what could be playing.
When I'm down there Caesar is talking to Cinna about the Wedding Dress Vote. Apparently Cinna made 24 dresses at first, and the it had been narrowed down by the Capitol's votes. Pictures of Katniss in the final 6 flashed across the screen. One pure white with blue jewelry, another was a gentle ivory. I stared at her in aw, not wanting to look away.
There was one that the sleeves were long and it was covered in beading and pearls. I wished I could vote, just to choose that one. Cinna out did himself again, and I have to give him props. I don't really pay attention, but when I hear the anthem I look up confused. President Snow begins to speak about the Dark Days, how the Hunger Games became what they are today. He speaks about how that every 25 years they would have a Quarter Quell. It's just a sicker Game really, were they add a twist that can be beneficiary to some and others a complete destroyer. But they were still the Games and they were filled with gore and death.
"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choices to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it." How would you feel, if your district voted you into the Games? You would wonder what was wrong with you, what you did wrong, why they hated you enough. "On the fiftieth anniversary as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes." That was the year Haymitch won. He had to kill twice as many people. The odds were deadly, and hope thin, and the death was even more catastrophic. Not surprising that Haymitch is an old drunk.
"And now we honor our third Quarter Quell." The President says. A small boy holding a little box runs over a removes the lid. Centuries of Hunger Games have been planned out, by all the little envelopes that have been yellowed with time. Snow removes an envelope with a 75 printed clearly on it. He runs his finger under the flap and pulls out a small crisp square. "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."
I hear a scream, and it take me a minute to realize it was me. Why? Why are they doing this? I get up, before I really understand it all, and start running. Where I don't really know, but I do end up bursting into Haymitch's house. He isn't even sitting in front of the TV, but he must have heard it from the way his looks at me with a sad face. I run at him, but fall to my knees and slide forward.
"Haymitch!" I yelp clasping my hands on his shirt pulling his head closer to mine as tears stream down them. "There making Katniss go back to the Games!"
This was a part I really wanted to write in Peeta's POV. Really, after this happens he becomes very cold, but that's not like him, so I thought he would have had a break down first. This was hard on me Peeta! I was crying all through Mockingjay BECAUSE HE WASN'T THERE! Mockingjay will be traumatizing for me but I will love it!
OH and I'm traveling all day tomarrow, but I'll try to work on chapter 12 as much as I can. I shouldn't be that hard, I think I have a 3 hours delay in between flights. :'( I hate flying.