Ready for another exciting chapter? … Me neither. XD Let me remind you that I wrote this at eleven years of age… You will be able to tell as you read. And then you can read my other works and see how much I have improved! X3
I return the walkie-talkie to my coat pocket, then wonder why Katniss despises Snow so much. He's really kind and has the richest voice I've ever heard. I shrug, and then realize that I need to rest before my big mission. I look at Mother, who looks so beautiful in her sleep. I lean my head on the back of my chair.
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My eyes flutter open, but immediately close again as the sun shines brightly though the window. Mother either is still asleep or went back to sleep. I return to sleeping, myself.
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"Prim." Someone is shaking me awake. "Prim, wake up." The voice is familiar to me, but I've never heard it in person before. I open my eyes to see Finnick in a black jumpsuit. "Prim, go get your suit on. We need to go." I nod and let him guide me to a big closet down the hall. I feel nervous exiting my room, seeing that my mother is gone.
"Where'd Momma go?" I ask him as we reach the closet. Finnick opens it up and I see a matching black jumpsuit and many weapons. "Woah…"
"It's not yours," He states. "And we've landed. We need be able to distract Katniss when you board the other hovercraft."
"And how will you do that?"
"I'll say that I couldn't find my suit. That's why we're looking through a closet with another person's suit."
"That doesn't make ANY sense."
"Your face doesn't make any sense!" He grunts. I roll my eyes, and then we go to the next closet we see, which is further down the hall.
"How long is this hall?" I question, just now noticing that it seems to go on forever and ever.
"Not as long as it looks." Finnick opens the next closet door, and I see a black t-shirt and pants. "This is yours." I sigh, wishing I had the cool jumpsuit. He then grabs a silver leaf out from one of the pants pockets and hands it to me. "We all know how you can mix herbs into any concoction to cure people. Cure all of Panem with this." Finnick presses on one of the leaf veins, and spikes shoot out from all sides. He presses it again, hiding them. "Here." He hands me the leaf. I nod at him, as I go into the closet to change clothes. After I finish, I come out, holding the outfit I was wearing before.
"Where do I put my old outfit?" I ask.
"Just throw it in the closet! You took WAY too long! We need to go. Now!" He snaps. I toss my other outfit to the side, and we dash out of the hovercraft. Finnick looks around onve we reach the exit. "Katniss must be inside the other ship already. Quickly. Let's go." He gestures towards the correct hovercraft and we sneak through a group of rebels to the hovercraft.
Once we are inside, Finnick looks around. No Katniss. He indicates the direction of my room, which is two doors down the hall to our right. As he heads off in the opposite direction of my room, I slink toward it. I slowly creak open the door and glide in. I swiftly close it, sighing with relief. Getting here was easy, but stressful all the same.
I glance the room over. Everything is gray. Gray chairs, gray table, gray bed, and gray walls… I shrug at its blandness. I sink down into a puffy chair. Suddenly, a loud shout penetrates one of my walls.
"What do you mean I'm NOT on the rescue team?" It's my sister's voice. I recognize it's sickly timbre. "What the heck, Haymitch? I MUST go save Peeta!"
"Katniss, you're important in another part of the plan? They'll save Peeta! Then you'll come in!" Haymitch yells back. Since I can't see them, I don't know what happened nect, but apparently Haymitch made some body movement that gave away he was hiding something. And he is. Me.
"What are you hiding from me, Haymitch?" She says it more like a statement than a question. I guess he knew he had to tell her sooner than later.
"…Katniss, your sister is going to be the person who kills President Snow." Katniss gasps at his words.
"But… She can't do it! She can't even feed herselg! She can't bare to kill an ANIMAL! She can't kill a person!" She screams like a banshee. I bite my bottom lip I look to the wall where the sound is coming from. Well, I'm not going to kill him. Another grin appears, and I tune back into the conversation. "Let me at least talk to her before she does it." Katniss pleads. The next sentences are too quiet for me to hear. The door to my room opens.
Katniss is in a black jumpsuit (Do I see a trend?). She runs to me and embraces me. I don't hug her back. "Prim! I'm so happy to see you!" She ends her hug, then sits in a chair that is positioned beside mine. "You know your job, right?" I nod. "Prim, I don't know if you can do it…" Katniss continues, but I'm not sure what she says. That sentence just boils me with rage. I drown out what she's telling me, but it was probably something like "You're so weak, you need me! I should do it! Just like at the Reaping." I feel heat gather at my cheeks. "And Prim-…"
"SHUT UP, KATNISS! SHUT YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW!" This takes her aback.
"But Prim, you need some help in-"
"Katniss Everdeen! Be quiet! I don't need your help, I don't need Haymitch's help, I don't need ANYONE'S help! This is MY job! I can do it! Katniss, I'm THIRTEEN. Not, five, not six. THIRTEEN. I never needed your help! I could've won the Games! I don't need you! So just shut your pretty little mouth and be a good girl, ok?" She's silent. In shock, I guess. I didn't realize it, but I stood up when I scolded her. I sit back down. Katniss looks as if she might cry… Did I go too far?
No… She deserved it. Katniss whimpers, and then bolts out of the room, knocking her chair over. I've never seen her cry before. Then again, I've never yelled at her before. I shrug it off. I'm going to do worse to her soon, anyways.
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It's time. Time to prove myself. Time to charge. Time to win. (Maybe the author of this fanfiction will stop here, so you, the reader, can ponder what happens.) I take a deep breath. (Looks like she won't… A wise guess would say that she hates Katniss as much as I do.) My feet seem to drag me out of the hovercraft. My clothes are stuffed with weapons. I'm ready.
Why do I feel so anxious? I have this itching feeling in the back of my throat, telling me to turn back, to go before it is too late. But I swore to Snow that I'd carry out the plan. And I will. My feet touch the roof of the Capitol building the craft landed on. I look back and see Katniss standing in the doorway, a somber look on her face.
"Good luck," she mouths. I chuckle. I'm not the one who will need it. The hovercraft's door closes, and they take off into the surrounding mountains. An alarm system goes off, and for a moment I panic. I haven't even gotten in yet! The plan wasn't supposed to go this way! Then I remember. Finnnick and Co. is being found. It's my signal to enter the building. Snow told me of a secret enterence on the roof- a window shaped like a "P" for Panem. I use my leaf-knife thingy and bust it open. I carefully slip inside. He said it's be safe to drop to the floor, so I do. I land on a soft, fluffy rug a few feet below. I look up, seeing moonlight flow down onto the area around me from the broken window. Glass shards cover a fraction of the floor, so I cautiously avoid stepping on them. I observe that the rug continues down the room until it reaches a wooden desk. Behind it sits a large velvet chair that I can only see the back of. The chair rotates towards me, revealing the President.
"Have you been practicing?" He asks. I nod. "Good."