A.N. Salutations! I don't want to bore you, so I will keep this short. Ironic word choice, because this chapter is rather short. It's because I don't have time to type the rest and I really wanted to update something, so sorry for mistakes and no shout outs! Here is chapter three, enjoy!
Rue POV
"So, that's why Halloween is better than Christmas." I conclude. Clove and I have spent the last half an hour trying to convince Thresh that Halloween is better than Christmas. I'm not sure if we actually accomplished anything, though, because Thresh just keeps shaking his head. I am about to ask him if he realizes his mistake, that Halloween is way better than Christmas, when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I slide it open and read my new text from Finnick which reads "Hey, you in for a Halloween party/day/thingy? If it's a horrible idea, text Fail. If you have questions, text Peeta. If it is an awesome idea and you are totally in, text me." "Yeah, I'm in." I text him quickly before sliding my phone back in my pocket. I am just about to use this new information to support our argument, but Clove beats me to it. "See? Everyone else knows a good holiday when the see one. See, Thresh? I SAID DO YOU SEE!" She yells. "Yeah" I chime in. "If you are just so vey anti-Halloween, what are you going to do for the Halloween party, huh?" I interrogate him. Then, he stars laughing. And I don't mean a chuckle, I mean full-blown, gut-busting, knee-slapping kind of laughing. "What?" I say, getting defensive. "All I said was, "I like Christmas, don't you?" and suddenly, you both started screaming about "What is wrong with you?" and "You must be blind to think that Christmas is better than Halloween!"and even "Burn him at he sake! He is a traitor!" he says in between cackles. I get Clove's attention and nod at her. She nods back, a devious smirk o her face. "On three" I mouth to her. "One, two, three!" On three, we both jab our fingers into Thresh's side and scream "You jus got tazored!" in his ear. Hs face contorts into a look of pain, which is quickly replaced by a grin. "Rue," he asks me, surprising me with his sudden mood swing. "What?" I say, slowing backing away from Thresh and his maniacal grin. "Don't you just love it when" here he jumps up and starts chasing me. Luckily I had the foresight to run away, or I would have been a sitting duck. He catches up to me and tackles me down. "People tackle you and then tickle you until you cry?" My eyes widen. "You wouldn't' dare." I breath. "Oh but I would." He says happily, and begins to tickle me. He looks back over at Clove. 'Oh, and Clove?" he asks sweetly "This isn't over. "He growls
A.N. So, told you it was short! Please read and review, because I will try to incorporate some of your ideas into the story. But never fear, I shall never give up on this story! I think I am a combination of Katniss and Foxface, mostly Katniss, though. I like to be alone like Katniss, am mostly in not great moods, also like Katniss, but I try really hard in school. The seventh person to review who they are a combination of and why gets a prize!