Chapter 18
Being near windows at night freaks me out.
My parents got pictures with the two victors when they were at the banquet. And apparently my dad amputated Bread Boy's leg and now he has a prosthetic. It's a nicely made one, too. Probably got my dad's department a shit load of money.
I have to get my baby ready to get shots today. And by baby I mean Half-Note. That means I have to get her all clean, which is not an easy task for her. I don't know why, but even saying the word water will cause her ears to pin back. This will probably take most of the morning. And I was really hoping that I could relax today...
It took a few hours, but I got Half-Note all clean and healthy. But me, I'm covered in mud. I need a shower. I close the door to the tack room and walk back to my house. I love showers. Water in general, really. I take off my shoes and walk into my house. Apollo is still sleeping, like a normal teenage boy. Once I get upstairs, I go into my bathroom and turn on the water. My hands are so dirty that when they touch the water, it turns black. I scoff and peel out of my muddy shirt and jeans. Even part of my hair is covered in dust. But, the water is a nice temperature. I get in the shower and my hands immediately find the keypad that controls it. What should it be today? Hm. I close my eyes and press a number and am promptly covered in a thick rose scented foam. I sigh. This and the lemony-smelling stuff are my least favorite settings. One, they make you smell like flowers or lemons, and two, it takes forever to get off. It regenerates its self, or something. So, I spend at least half an hour scrubbing m skin to get the foam off. But, on the bright side, it makes your skin really soft and clean. I also don't really have to wash my hair now. The foam already did that for me.
Yay for showers. I'm all clean and ready to go into public. Well, after I get dressed anyway. Because I'm lazy, I just dress back in my pajamas. I don't have a single plan for today. The Hunger Games ended yesterday, and I really don't want any more commotion for another year, or at least until I start my job. I yawn, and go into my "lair". My lair is a room in the basement of our house that is filled with soldering equipment and pieces of old games and wires. I crack my knuckles and start soldering.
I don't really know how long I've been soldering for, mostly because this room doesn't have any windows. I don't really realize I how long I am in that room for until Aemelia comes in and tells me that dinner is ready. I stand up, and my back is completely stiff. It pops when I stretch.
Aemelia made stuffed peppers. My parents make polite conversation with Apollo and me. My dad tells me about the banquet and shoes me the picture of him and my mom with the two victors. I don't know why, but when I look at that picture, my sixth sense acts up and tells me that something isn't right.
FINALLY DONE. I'm going to post every day this week.
~Johanna