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(Katniss's POV)
The past few days feel like heaven now that Peeta's back home and I can finally breath. May still refuses to talk to me but Peeta says to just give it time. I know he's usually right but it just feels wrong to leave May all alone with the truth constantly being hung over her head. I know I felt overwhelmed when camera's were always around me, but how does a fourteen year old girl deal with knowing that she is the daughter of one of the most famous people in Panem. The daughter of two victors. The daughter of the "star-crossed lovers of district 12". The daughter of the girl on fire and the boy with the bread. Okay maybe not that last one. Peeta being the boy with the bread is my old nickname for him, but my point still stands. I really hope she hasn't lost friends or has gotten sta- well lot's of stares but what can I do. I hid the truth and now life will never be the same. And it isn't over, in two years this situation will repeat itself. Brogan will know, and how will he react. Will he close himself off to Peeta and I, or something completely different. Who knows. Only time will tell. But for now all I can do is hope and pray that this will be fixed soon enough. In the meantime I haven't told Brogan exactly where I plan on taking him but I hope he will be excited to go to this laser tag place.
I am giddy as I rush up the stairs and I blush when I hear Peeta chuckle at my behavior. I skip to a sleeping Brogan and shake him awake. "Brogan...Brogan, come on honey, time to wake up."
"Mom I've told you a million times, to not call me, ugh, honey." I giggle at the clear way he shows his distaste for the word.
"Well how else can I get you up?" He shrugs and looks at me in confusion and a little of excitement.
"Is it today?" Brogan asked hopefully.
"Yup, so get up and dressed or I am leaving without you."
"Yes! Today is the day!" I laugh at my son's goofiness and start to leave the room. As I am walking through his door I hear, "But mom, where are we going?!" He asks.
"You'll just need to wait to find out!" I laugh once again as I hear a defeated sigh as I am shutting his door. I still have a happy smile on my face as I walk to Mays room to wake her. But as I come to her door I stop short when I hear talking coming from her room.
"Yeah I'm good but I still can barely comprehend that lesson she taught in history class...Yeah...I know, but come on, can you believe that your parents went through that! Your dad once called mine to kill a spider!...I'm sure it was a very large spider but still." May is laughing and probably taking to Alisia, one of her best friends. I am about to knock on her door to call her for breakfast when I hear something that makes my heart beat ten times harder.
"What about my parents?!...you know what they did Ali!...ugh, I know I should it's just hard you know. How would you feel if you were me?..." There is a long pause and I hold my breath to know what will come out of her mouth next. "RIGHT! They are such cold blooded murders, I would love to know what raised them! Probably wolves or bears!" I hear my daughter's laughter as I run down the stairs with stinging, hot tears streaming down my face. The minute Peeta sees me his face becomes sympathetic and confused. I let out another sob and run into his strong arms. My tear stain his shirt but I know from experience he couldn't care less. He whispers loving words into my ears and I hang on to each and every word. I hope the future holds more for the now broken relationship between mother and daughter. For now all I can do is hope the laser tag will help strengthen the relationship between mother and son. We'll see...
(May's POV)
I wake up naturally due to the morning sun that streams through my window. Even though I have slept for a very long time by the looks of it, I have never been more tired in my life. My dreams are filled with visions of them being tortured and tormented. It seems that even after a whole day I am still distraught over hearing what kind of childhood my parents had. But to be honest, who wouldn't be. I call Ali and am surprised that she is awake this early. We talk for a while and topic comes up and I am glad to have the opportunity to get something off my chest.
"Are you okay, you took quite a fall yesterday?" Ali asks, concern filling her voice.
"Yeah I'm good but I still can barely comprehend that lesson she taught in history class." I say, her question causing me to rub the back of my head out of memory.
"I just feel so bad and guilty for how I act towards them sometimes. But you parents are so brave, I'm sure they...um."
"Yeah...I know, but come on, can you believe that your parents went through that! Your dad once called mine to kill a spider!" I giggle mockingly.
"Shut up! You didn't see it! It could have eaten my dad if it wanted too! It was huge!" She says defensively, but she is giggling as well.
"I'm sure it was a very large spider but still." We laugh for a bit and when we stop I swear I hear the wood creak outside my door, but I choose to ignore it.
"May, what about your parents.?" Ali asks hesitantly.
"What about my parents?!" I say a bit louder than I meant to.
"Well it's just that I can tell you are still upset about the whole situation, it's just that-" I cut her off, desperate for a change of topic, but I know there is know way out of this one.
"You know what they did Ali!"
"Yeah, of course I do. But now that we know a little more about what they went through don't you think it's time to forgive them?" She asks, the calm tone in her voice shaking for some unknown reason.
"Ugh, I know I should, it's just hard you know. How would you feel if you were me?" I ask harshly, though I am actually interested in what she has to say now that she isn't scolding me.
"Oh, well um, now that I know more about what they went through I am able to sympathize more. I mean, we saw only a portion of what they went through during their first Hunger Games. I can't even imagine what it was like after that. I mean did you see those awful, what were they called, oh yeah, those awful careers!" After she says that I can understand a bit more, but I am still very upset. Yet her last comment lightens the mood and I am determined to continue the peace.
"RIGHT! They are such cold blooded murderers, I would love to know what raised them! Probably wolves or bears!" Our laughter is more genuine and louder than the first time, but I swear I can hear something creaking by my door. Whatever must be the wind blowing through my open window blowing my door open.
"Well anyway, at noon meet me at the house, I'd like to continue watching that tape. History class just isn't enough for me." I hear an agreeing 'hmph' and we say our goodbyes. I hang up the phone and shake my head as I hear Brogan stomping quickly down the stairs. I look around my room for a second. I never realized how large my room is in comparison to the average fourteen year old girl. I have a golden painted canopy bed with silk white sheets and a white comforter black polka-dots. Many colorful pillows sit on the top of my king size bed. The many large windows in my room let in a lot of natural light and give a quick way to the roof. My white vanity shimmers with the light reflecting off the large mirror. The array of perfumes glitter in the sun and my eye is drawn to my "school corner". My school corner is wear my desk and computer are placed. The wall the desk is against is decorated with many pictures that show off all the happy years of my life. I feel my guilt rise as I continue to look around my room. The next think I spot is my T.V. and lounge area. Fancy chairs face a screen the sits over a large fire place that I don't use until the colder seasons. The last thing in my room is my dresser and door that leads to my closet, and next to the closet door is the door that leads to my bathroom. I feel my face reddening in anger and self-loathing. All of my past complaints suddenly loose all their weight. This is what my parents fought for. A good life for Brogan and I. Never hungry, never having a reason to want for anything. I hear the sound of the house door opening and closing and I walk to the window and watch the car drive away to some unknown destination. I wipe away forming tears and begin to decent downstairs.
"Good morning May." I Hear my fathers calm voice from the kitchen and my head snaps toward it. He sits in the dinning room sipping his morning tea.
"Morning dad." I say coldly, and I mentally kick myself for my rudeness.
"If you are willing to wait a bit I can whip up a good breakfast for you." My dad offers. He starts to stand but I cut him off.
"No, I think I'll just heat up some waffles." He sits back down with a calm face. That had to be the biggest insult a baker has ever heard, and I hate myself even more.
"Okay, oh and I got to head to the bakery in ten minutes 'cause I need to train a new employee."
"Okay." He sighs and walks upstairs to his room. I push aside my guilt and tell my dad I'm heading out. I don't wait for an answer as I rush out the door. I walk through the victors village. It feels a bit weird to know what all of these things mean and that the name isn't just same name that sounded good. The district is beautiful in the autumn only coming second to the middle of spring. The tall trees shine with an array of colors on their branched and the crisp air send goosebumps up my spine. I open the creaky door and step inside. I set up for my friends and wait. What will we know after today?