Stood on the porch were Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne delivering strawberries for my father. Katniss, being the shorter of the two, was stood on the first step up and as usual had her signiture braid in her hair. She had a warmth to the smile on her face. Despite not speaking much, we were always comfortable in each others presence. She was my closest friend.
The boy, being taller, stood behind her. Gale had always had something against me. Something which I had always presumed was due to my family background. His fists were clenched as though he had a deep anger. In truth, he slightly scared me.
That is why it was to my surprise when he said to me "Pretty dress". Was Gale being nice? After a brief moment of contemplation I realised he was. I wanted to reply thank you or make a joke but then I realised what I was wearing... reaping clothes.
"Well, If I end up going to the capitol I want to look nice, don't I?" I said cheekily before realising quite how insensitive that was. Of course I wouldn't be going. Gale and Katniss probably applied for lots of tesserae and my name has only been entered 5 times.
Gale seemed to pick up on this. "You won't be going to the capitol. What can you have, 5 entries? I had 6 when I was 12 years old" he retorted in an agitated manner.
"Its not her fault" chimed in Katniss sensing how uncomfortable I was with the situation.
"No, its no ones fault. Just the way it is" Gale replied obviously realising how harsh he had been. However he didn't know how upset I really was with the situation. I had always stood out at school and in district 12 because of my families wealth. I didn't choose to be this way and he knew that.
"Good luck" I said before adding "Katniss" to the end. She wished me luck too as I handed her the money and they departed from my house.
"Good luck too Gale" I whispered as they walked out of sight.