Here's Chapter 2!
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My mother and I walk through the Meadow back to our home, both content to be alone with our thoughts. We pass through what was known as the "Seam" in the old days, which is now home to rows of neat, large townhouses where many of District 12's population of 10,000 live.
We both nod and exchange smiles with the many people we meet, and in such a small district, everyone knows everyone.
After nearly running down the clean cement pathway in my eagerness to meet this mystery "Visitor", we finally reach our home. Our house is set apart from many of my friends, being a part of the old "Victor's village", in which only our family and Haymitch live.
We were told at school that my parents earned this privilege through the winning of their "Hunger Games", as a reward from the evil "Capitol".
I burst through the large oak door and call out a hurried "Hello!" before dashing to the kitchen in the hopes of finding something out. My brother, who seems to appear out of thin air gets in my way and I accidentally knock into him and the large tray of iced cupcakes he appears to be holding.
Fortunately, he manages to catch the assortment of brightly coloured cupcakes, but not before shouting "Hey!" and earning me a scowl that reminds me of mother in one of her moods.
I half-heartedly apologise as I steal one of the sweeties and dash over to my father.
"Dad!" I exclaim, "Is it true that we're having a visitor? Who are they? Are they nice? What do they-" but am interrupted when my father replies with a glint in his blue eyes,
"Well hello to you too!" and lets out a chuckle.
"Dad please, come on, give me something to work with here!" I plead, putting on my most persuasive puppy-dog eyes that father can never resist.
Father is just about to respond when Sunny interjects, "It's a boy, Poppy," as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and adds, "I'm sure you'll absolutely LOVE our new visitor" in an exaggerated tone and a wink.
Of course, my curiosity increases tenfold at the thought of this boy/visitor coming to stay with us. But I just roll my eyes at Sunny and begin to question father again,
"A boy? But we don't know any boys do we?, that statement not being entirely true as I recall with a slight blush the few boys at school I knew.
"I'm sure you're dying to know, but we'll discuss it at dinner. As a family." My father replies with a glance towards my mother and the laid table.
Begrudgingly, I agree.
To be continued…