I have not given up on this! School has just been pretty busy lately. I've had tons of homework, sports games, and sports tryouts last weekend, so I have had ZERO time to write. Unfortunately, we're not seeing Mimosa much this chapter, either. As you can tell from the name of the chapter, we're seeing the mentors! Enjoy:
Willow Tresses, District 7 Mentor
"Please," Willow said for about the millionth time to the pink-haired woman. "She needs it." The Capitol woman looked at the screen with Mimosa sitting in the tree, sweating and looking extremely dehydrated.
Please say yes, Willow thought. All she needs is a quart. Then I can send her note saying where to find the last water source left in the arena.
"I don't know," the Capitol woman said again. "What if she gets it stolen?" Willow huffed quietly. She'd heard this argument thousands of times, too. She glanced over to Milpa Omri, the mentor for Quinoa. Willow was never a big fan of her's but now her tribute's actions were losing sponsors for Mimosa.
"She won't, I promise," Willow said, turning her attention back to the woman.
"Okay," the woman said hestitantly, then bought a jar of water. She handed it to Willow, who eagerly took it.
"Thank you!" Willow exclaimed. She rushed to the Mentor's Section of the Games Headquarters. There she took a slip of paper, grabbed a pen, and scribbled on the paper:
Here's some water. I can't guarantee I'll be able to get you anything else. The only water source left in the arena is pretty far away from you, where the summer quarter meets the fall at the end of the arena. Good luck. -Willow
Willow put Mimosa's gift into a pod, tied a parachute on it, and put it in the launcher. She typed in the name Mimosa Oakley, and watched as the gift shot away.
Mimosa had potential. She could survive.
Garnet Blush, District 1 Mentor
Garnet wasn't with Ebony in the Mentor's Section of the Games Headquarters. He was in the Tribute Section, where the dead tributes were sent after being picked up in the hovercraft. When he woke up that morning, an Avox gave him a note saying Glint was going to be there soon. Now he was waiting there for Glint.
Garnet reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded picture of his little sister Jade. He remembered sitting in these chairs for her body to come out of the arena. That day was horrible. Jade was sixteen when she went into the arena. She came out stiff and cold and covered in blood.
The doors opened. Garnet stood up, crushing the photo in his fist, hiding Jade's face from whoever else was behind the door. An Avox was rolling out a simple wooden box, while another attendant followed behind. Garnet walked over to the two, slipping the picture back in his pocket. He rested his fingertips on the edge of the coffin.
"I'm sorry," the attendant said. "Your district lost a fine young man." He nodded to the Avox.
The Avox lifted the lid of the coffin, allowing Garnet to see inside. Glint's blonde hair was matted and missing clumps, no doubt an affect of the acid. His face was dotted with red welts ringed in black. Garnet turned away. He didn't need to see any more. He'd seen all his tributes die. All except Ebony.
The Avox closed the lid, and wheeled the box to another doorway that would go to the trains. Time for Glint to go home.
Garnet looked up at the screen playing the Games in the corner of the room. There was live coverage everywhere in this building. Right now, the screen was showing Gossamer and Dock, sitting at the Cornucopia.
Garnet wondered if he would have to wait in this room again for Gossamer.
Next chapter, I promise, we'll be back in the arena with Mimosa. What did you guys think of the view into the mentor's box? This is the format my next story will be in.