I really shouldn't say sorry, because sorry implies it wont happen again. But sorry anyways, this is a week later than I promised I'd publish it. Sorry anyways…Because I wanted to get out there what I had. I'd use the "busy" excuse, but that's too cliché. My head got bitten off by a dinosaur, quite unfortunate actually. It's Sissy and Molly. Read, review, Pm for mistakes or comments or whatever. Thanks!
Sissy Mallat lie in bead, casually running her hand over her stomach; she was six months pregnant at age eighteen, with her husband Harrison. In fact, this was their second child - she'd been pregnant at age sixteen before - and for a reason. If the consequences of the reapings proved themselves as bad as could be, meaning Sissy or Harrison were reaped, they still wanted a future together.
It was a victorious day when Harrison turned nineteen - that same year Lexi was born. It was an amazing feeling for Sissy, knowing that Harrison would never have to experience the craze of the games. He would always be able to provide for their daughter.
The family's plan was for three children at an early age - not many couples lived long enough to see the light of their grandchildren, as they planned to do so.
Sissy was pregnant with her second - they hoped for a child as wonderful as Lexi. Besides, this was Sissy's last reaping. If she made it through this, the wonders would start to unfold. But if she didn't…the stressful days and nights would start to unveil in Harrison's presence.
Sissy had to make it back. The thought of never seeing her toddling little girl again was too overwhelming. The way Lexi's blonde head was too big for her body… somehow the miracle found a way to defy gravity and move like so. Sissy's children were inevitably changing her, and she couldn't wait for the birth of her second child.
The afternoon of the reaping, Lexi and Harrison stood on the sideline. "Your district 10 female tribute: Sissy Mallat!" a loud voice echoed through the chambers of Sissy's mind. Strange, she thought the man had spoken the English dialect, moving his lips in a manner that projected "Sissy". It was weird because every was staring at her. They had probably just heard the announcer wrong, because he couldn't…of …said… Sissy Mallat. That possibility was slim, because the Capitol was full of nice people, and wouldn't remove Sissy from her family. Her mind was spinning and trying to grasp the concept of inevitability.
Sissy sauntered onto stage, the crowd gasping at the sight of her stomach. The announcer was baffled, obviously not expecting an outcome that possessed any intensity or interest.
Sissy mouthed "I love you," to Harrison. Their years of planning had surely paid off. They had brought near two lives into this world that would grow up to hate the games. Or maybe one. Once the capitol declared her pregnancy a fraud.
No worries. It was all in the majesty of the Games. Wasn't it?
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Molly James stumbled down a windy winding shortcut through the back alleys of district 11. Her brown hair swept to mid-back, and her brown eyes squinted against the moving air. Her frame was small, as she appeared much like a twig; the wind almost blew her over as she made her way to the reapings. Molly was thin and lean, with a little muscle gained from swimming one afternoon a week.
In fact, the only reason she went back to that littered pond and lost those important calories - the ones she sometimes survived days on - was to meet up with Ethan, her sixteen year old best friend, and boyfriend. She met him there, at a mere age six. Shortly after, her parents passed away, and she was left in the caring hands of Ethan.
Six years later, he was the only reason she had survived.
Molly met him at the end of the passage. What was it that she saw in him? He was grown up and mature, being four years older than her, and a lot different. Yet, they got along like two moving parts in an engine - they both relied on each other to move. Or in their case, move on; Live. Sometimes their relationship meant snuggling late nights in the little shack Molly inhabited alongside the butchers shop on the road; sometimes it meant moonlit walks when the weather permitted, hand holding, and serenity.
When her name was called by the fidgeting name-picker, Ethan ran up and did something he'd wanted to do for a long time. He reached for her face and kissed her on the cheek. She was more of a sister to him; the crowd "Awwed," and Mollie suspected the sponsors were already lining up.
They were both inevitably crying, but Molly tried to sustain some self control. She hoisted herself up the stairs, and trembled before Panem.
"Molly James!" A hand was held high in the sky.
Molly James…a sulking guy walked away from the scene of despair.
Thanks for being patient!