Okay my friend JaeHawke1235 helped me come up with this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy
I only own Wendy.
I sat in the stupid cell President Snow had sent me to right after he cut off my tongue. Without so much as a good bye to anybody. President Snow was a great guy right? Wrong. It was dank, dusty, and cold in my cell. I was due for a transfer any day now.
"Wendy Manson, get all of your things." I didn't have anything. I didn't even look at the guard; they all looked the same to me. "Here you might need this." He continued handing me a pen and pad of paper.
"Well you guys are being nicer than usual." I wrote on the paper.
"Don't get used to it, follow me."
"Do I have a choice?" I wrote.
"Nope." He answered. He led me down the hallway towards my new cell, I mean home. I'd lived in some many homes in the past year it'd make your head spin.
He took a quick left knowing I'd follow, which I did.
"There aren't any cells down here." I wrote on the notepad.
"No shit Sherlock." He said taking off his hat revealing the dark, familiar, brown hair. I finally got a good look at the guard, who wasn't even a guard.
Again I hope you enjoyed, review and tell me who you think the guard who isn't a guard is please!