Chapter 6: What's in a name?
I know I was named in memory of my Aunt…But Primrose? I mean c'mon. It used to be cute…but the more I say it to myself the weirder it sounds. Until it sounds just like a lot of letters thrown together…My best friend Naylor said a name was just a name, but that got me to thinking…
"Hey Mom…" I said when I got home. "I've been thinking…If you have another kid…Can I name it?"
My mom laughed. "Honey, I'm forty five…That's hardly an age to have kids!"
"But Mommy…" I whined.
"Why don't you ask Posy? She's very fond of you…Maybe she could take you up on that request, though it's hardly my place to tell you that's okay."
Posy…I thought scathingly, as I kicked a rock from my path. Another stupid flower name. Stupid District 12, and it's stupid flower names! Posy, Katniss, Primrose…I slowed down. Think. I told myself…District 12 names, and…I went over all the ones from stories, and people now…Madge, Gale, Peeta, Vick, Posy, Rory, Haymitch, Effie…Ewwww….A Capitol name…Maysilee…Daisy and Lily, Uncle Vick's twins daughters…Paige and Gale and Sadie, Uncle Rory's kids…and Lyra and Willard, Naylor's siblings…Charles and Phoebe, Castellan, Hazel, Leo, Frank…
I started thinking then of all the words Primrose could make.
Primrose…I thought. Hmmmm….Rose, rim, so, more, mire, prim, rise, I, sore, pie, pies, some, pro, imp, pore, pores, or….Primrose…Primros…Primro…Primr…Prim…Pri…Pr…P…Pa…Pap…Pape…Paper…Pape…Pap…Pa…P…Pr…Pri…Prim…Prime…Prim…Pri…Pr…P…Pr…Pri…Prim…Primr…Primro…Primros…Primrose. Primrose. Primrose. Rose. Prim. Prim. Rose. Primrose…
I think I like it. I decided. I turned around, and headed back to the house.