Chapter 7: Gale's Dilemma
Sorry for the wait in between this week and last week. My niece was sick, so I stayed back and
watched some movies with her. Thanks for your patience, for reading, for your support, and thanks
for the feedback! Enjoy! All those who opposed Him, will see Jesus with some real eyes. "Charles, we
need you to hope again." (Professor X. v.)
Gale lay in his bed, and once again found himself unable to sleep. He was troubled by what Cinna had
said. If he was the wind to Katniss' flame, was he supposed to spread whatever spark she had? Why did
that reek of a revolution, even now?
"You're worried too." Katniss said, peeking in, cracking the door slightly.
"You might as well come in. I'm not going to sleep anytime soon." Gale said, sitting up.
Katniss walked over and sat on the edge of Gale's bed.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing at the book in Katniss' hand.
"It's a Holy Bible. A little girl named Rue gave it to me today. She said I need it. It's just a bunch of words.
What's there to need?" Katniss replied, with a hopeless shrug.
"It's not just words. It's what's in those words." Gale sounded offended.
"You've read one of these before?"
"My mom and dad are both strict and religious."
"You told me they were strict, but not religious."
"That's because if anyone in District Twelve knew, they would hand us over to the Peacekeepers."