Things Change

Francesca: He is Back

"Rimani ancora!" I said. My little three year old sister just won't stay still! She started whining as I put her clothes on. I picked her up off the bed and took her to the kitchen and put her in her high chair. My new home was nice. It was able to support my sister and I. No parents to take care of us so I must do all the work!

There was a knocking at the door. "Vieni dentro!" Just what I wanted, Gervais. Like I need him here! "What do you want?"

"Où est mon Lilas." He said.

"Not here." I replied.

"I am graves!" he told me raising his voice angrily. "I would not have come to you if I wasn't worried!"

"Alright," I said reluctantly. "There are these games. Some people came from Panem, they gave us a new town and said there are games in which the winner will have luxery."

He looked half way between horrified, and conused. "Then where is my Lilas?"

"She volunteered to go with your sorella. They are going to play."

"No!" he screamed.

My little sister started whimpering, "Francesca?"

"It is ok bambina" I replied. I turned and angrily stared at Gervais. "Go home I'll talk to you later about this."

He looked scared and furious. "Oui, we shall." He then left banging the door behind him.

It has not even been a full two days since she left and now I have to deal with Gervais knocking down my door, barging into my house and making my poor sister cry. Great.

I picked her up, she's just so fragile and underweight, "Shhhh it will all be ok Bambi. We will live a fine life now, shhh it's ok." I tried to comfort her put was failing.

"Mamma!" She cried out.

This was just too much for me, I squeezed my eyes shut tight trying to keep the tears inside as to not upset her any farther. "It's okay bambina, la tua mamma è qui." Your mom is here; the last thing our mother said to me before she perished. But now I am Bambi's mamma, by official decree of the mayor, which is how I got out of having my name put into the drawing bowl.

"Ti amo. Mamma?"

"I love you too. Si, bambina?"

"Dov'è il mio papa?"

Oh great, I knew she would ask this question at some point but I still have no clue what to tell her. On one hand I don't want to hurt her and tell her that I'm not her actual mom but on the other hand I don't have a story set up yet for the whole 'no father' business. Great, just great.

"Tuo padre è andato per ora," best to tell her that her father is gone for now so that if I do marry when I am older I can always tell her that the boy that I marry is her father.

THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN HALF BY CECE AND HALF MY ME NICCI (PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SUMITT CHARACTERS!)

~NICCI