Chapter 2- The Knock
A/N- Hi! I hope all of you fangirls (and boys) liked my first chapter! This is my 2nd chapter. It's gonna start going a bit faster!
In the morning, Peeta makes us all pancakes. Delicious ones, actually. I get the maple syrup from a maple tree. We sit down and eat breakfast. All of a sudden, something disrupts our happy conversations. There is a knock on the door. It sounds like a girl is crying, but not of sadness. Of a mixture of feelings.
Things like this never happen, so I am a little reluctant to open the door. But when I open it, my heart skips a beat. No. This is not happening. No, no, no.
The girl standing behind my door is a girl, actually a girl that looks to be in her twenties, with golden blond hair let down and stormy blue eyes. She is beautiful. I try to remember who she is- because I have seen her. I have. But all the years have-
Prim.
I shove the girl into my arms. "Prim," I say. When I finally release her from my strangle, Prim says, "Katniss, I would've came sooner, but- I love you, Katniss." She comes in for another hug. After a while, we release each other and Prim comes in. I see Peeta. He is starstruck, too. "Prim," He says. "Oh my god, sit down, please. It's so nice too..." He is in awe again. He points to the kitchen. "I'll go make some cookies for all of you, and- Charlie do you want to help?" Charlie nods. They walk into the kitchen.
Isabella come over and pokes me. "Mom? Who is she?", Isabella whispers in my ear. "Iz, come sit down next to me. I will explain." So I tell Isabella all about Prim and what we THOUGHT had happened. Then I told her what happened just now. I suspect Peeta is doing th
"So Iz," I say very quietly. "This is Aunt Prim." Isabella smiles, but still feels strange, of course, being a six year old.
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I take Prim into my room. "So, Prim," I say. "What happened.." I say staring into her stormy blue eyes.
She sighs than says, "Katniss- when I was 'exploded'- well actually, I was hit by the bomb. But the bomb was farther away from me so- so they ran me into the hospital and I had surgery and I was okay- but-" Prim pauses, trying not to cry. She looks the same from when she was twelve. "-I didn't come back. Not till today. I didn't have the courage."
I brush my hand along the side of her face. "Prim, it's okay. I don't care that you didn't come sooner. Sure, I missed you, but...it's better now." I said. Prim's lip quivered. "I saw the primrose." Then I couldn't help but squeeze her till she started laughing. "So," I said. "We can buy you a house. We have more than enough money. It can be right next door, if that's what you want. Just choose a house and we'll get you moved in."
Prim smiled.