Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games
The freedom-fighters leave unfazed one minute later. When I reach Mom and Dad, Mom is already tying knots with a ratty piece of rope she always keeps with her. She calls it "Finnik's worry rope". After glancing at my parents somber faces, I decided to spend the rest of my afternoon in my room with my sketchbook. Dinner was quiet that night.
The next day, I try to maneuver through the morning without getting too self conscious of the whispers around me. I was successful. At the end of 4th period, I rushed to my locker to scrounge out my lunch and sketchbook. I really need to organize my locker, I thought as I turned around to slam my locker door, but instead found myself locked in the stare in Lian's ice-blue eyes. "Oh!"
"Hey Rose..." He began to say.
"Nope." I am not going to embarrass myself again in front of the whole grade. " I won't play your games."
"Games?" He cocked up an eyebrow.
"Yeah. The stereotype game. Outcast falls for the popular guy. And if she's lucky, he'll like her back. I won't play that game." I stated as a matter of fact. Then I turned around and walked away. Again. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. So I wipe every trace of emotion from my face and move on.
Hey, sorry that I didn't update yesterday. The closer I come to the end of winter break, the less time I have to write. Today's my last day. So, instead of short, daily updates, the chapters will be longer and will be updated weekly. Probably on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Bye!