hey hey hey :) enjoying writing this story sooo much, you dont know anything! so i hope you guys like it, and yes it does talk a little about christianity, because i am a christian and she needed a little hope. if you are offended by this...(...you shouldnt be...) than i suggest just skipping this chapter and not reviewing negative things about jesus thank you very much :) it isnt really a life changing chapter, just her, her father, and gizz talking and stuff... DONT BE OFFENDED... JESUS ROCKS...thats all i shall say... 3
"hey royal! I'm home!" I looked behind me, and saw my brother gizz standing in the doorway with his normal inventors briefcase that everyone is supposed to have.
"gizz!" I jumped up from the couch and ran to him. my brother was nineteen, three years older than me, just out if the hunger games, and a spitting image of my father. He almost was my father…if my father was three when he had me…weird… anyways, he was so much more to me than a brother. He was my friend too.
"work on anything today?" I asked as I ran into his arms, making him drop his briefcase.
"not really, had a big meeting on productivity. And guess what!" I looked up at him, and he tucked a piece of my wavy blonde hair behind my ear.
"what?"
" I actually saw dad! He was at the meeting too. He looked so sorry when he saw me too, he looked starved! Exhausted! About ready to keel over if he saw another one of his children look at him!" I laughed, and backed away, watching him with shifty eyes.
"watch victor on the television yet?" I asked quietly. He shook his head, and I relayed the whole thing to him immediately, he looked at me intently, and I got more enthusiastic. Soon he was smiling.
"-and then the said he loved me! I don't understand why! Why me? Why not lolia goldsmith? The most popular person in school! Or someone better looking! Or maybe someone normal! I am so confused gizz, you don't know half of it!"
"well, you are rather pretty royal, and special. You can sing extremely well and you have dads brains. No wonder he likes you!" his face made me laugh, the way he looked at me in surprise and awe.
"what about you and that girl-…you haven't talked about her for a while so…"
"emmla?" he laughed.
"yeah! Her, how about her? She going well with you?" he nodded, and walked into the kitchen, getting out a few pots and pans to cook a dinner that neither of us would eat, to many eventful things today to even think about it!
"why are you cooking? I already ate over at victor's." yes, I "ate" a "good" meal over at victors. Of course it was a good one, but I was to worried about victor to really eat well.
"I thought we'd bring some to dad, he needs a break, and we haven't seen him FULLY in about a month so…" I nodded, looking away.
"oh yeah, and royal, I made a little bit of money, I can buy us a TV to watch victor on…" that I smiled at, and stepped forward to help him make the small dinner for my father, excited that I wont have to go to victors house to watch it with his family.
Gizz took my hand and told me to open the door since he was holding dads dinner. I did as he said, opening the door and immediately seeing my dad, asleep at his desk, a pencil still in his hand. I looked up at gizz, asking him the silent question of what do we do? He let go of my hand and walked forward, shaking dad on the shoulder as I watched from the shadows. i shocked myself. Thinking about how much i do this! I sink into the shadows and observe the situation in front of me. I have learned secrets, rumors, and so many other countless things that have been stored up in my brain over the years of my life. Is that a valuable asset? Should I be proud? Its only because of that that I have no friends… I'm to shy and modest.
"dad! Wake up!" gizz whispered harshly into the ear of my father.
"huh! What!" he shot up, his hand smacking gizz in the shoulder, "oh! Gizz! Royal!" a grin spread across his tiered face and he was up in an instant, hugging both of us tightly.
"I'm so glad you two came!"
"glad for the food dad?" gizz asked in a bored tone, handing him the basket once he pulled away.
"no! I could care less about it! I mean it's a great gift and its so thoughtful, but I care more about you two than any type of food in the world!" I smiled a little, glad my father actually missed us and cares if we make it to see another day.
"fine any inventions worth something dad?" gizz asked, eyeing me through the corner of his eye.
"not a lot of stuff lately, I made a new briefcase that could benefit us here in district three, but not in the capitol, so no one cares…" I watched him shrug in defeat, feeling sadder and sadder my the moment.
"father," I whispered, making him look at me intently, "did you watch the hunger games updates yet?" his face was shocked, he looked around and when his eyes landed on the TV In the corner covered in papers, he looked worried.
"didn't have a chance yet sweetie," I felt him numbly pat my shoulder. Thinking of the consequences were painful, I couldn't look at him. all I did was walk over to the TV to turn it on, moving some papers away on the process. But stopped when I looked at the rest of my family.
Gizz shook his head a little, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"royal, I don't want to watch them right now, I'm busy…thank you guys for coming to see me, but I am almost at a breakthrough and I need to work on it, we could be rich in a few days if I find out how to-…make it- work," shuffling uneasily on his feet didn't make me feel better, frowning, I walked out the door, but before I did, I turned and said : "you know, my friend is in the 64th hunger games.. it means a lot to me that you care about him…"
I walked home, past numerous houses on the street. For once it wasn't raining, but was still gloomy and the air felt heavy. I couldn't believe that my father did this to me, he doesn't care about us, only his work. This isn't how I wanted my family to act. I'm alone most of the time and it doesn't feel good. I strive for human attention, I miss it. no one cares at all…the only person that understands me was probably victor. They are showing the training scores tomorrow night, and I seriously hope that he either has an angle, or a good score. I know he is fast, really fast. He can climb really well, and he had been testing out all the knives and axes they make in the blacksmith's shop for a long time now. He could win this, and I seriously hope he does. If he doesn't… I'll go back to no one understanding me.
"victor…I need you to come home…I need you to get a big score, I need you to think about me, and receive the money that I'll send you once the games get hard…don't give up victor… don't give up ever…I promise that you will make it home… the 64th hunger games cannot break you the way they break others…the way they broke me," it started to rain once more, giving me that cold feeling of betrayal and doubt. I started to wonder odd things, like why it always rains here, or why out of everyone in our district, victor had been chosen. Its like there is a being up in the clouds, watching me suffer. Does That person want me to suffer? Am I a horrible person? I remember when I was in the librabry, listening to the old tapes and music they keep there from thousands of years ago. There was one, one that made me wonder for the next month and a half or so… it said.
Oh how he loves us, oh how he loves us, ohhh how he loves us…jesus lord…
From then on, I wondered about this jesus lord… and why did he love us? We were horrible people! Taking lives, becoming murderers and thieves. The capitol killed thousands of us, 24 of us a year. The youth of tomorrow is getting wasted… I don't understand it at all.
Maybe he doesn't want us to suffer, maybe he loves us no matter what! That's a good feeling. I also read about how you can talk to him, and he will listen, even if you cant see him he is there… so I started to talk…
"hey, um- jesus? I don't mean to bother you…but my friend is in the hunger games, and I really need some help getting him back. Thank you, for listening I hope… I really need some assistance… badly…"
I arrived home, plopping down on the old couch that took up most of the room in front of the kitchen. There was a blank wall in front of me, and I figured, when gizz picks up the smallest TV he can, it will go right there. When I watch the hunger games, I will cry, and hope that victor has some brains to not stick around the cornucopia once that gong sounds…
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