When I wake up I see that it's 9:30. Today I have the day off, it's a holiday.
Once every 2 or 3 months there is a holiday where students can have the day off and spend it with their parents. Although once or twice a month there are days that we have off and are allowed to do whatever we like. Those days are my favorite. I like to do coloring and reading or taking walks or sleeping in extra long on those days.
Me and Chloe are supposed to meet mom and dad at the lobby at 10:30. We're supposed to go out for brunch. I can't wait!
I change into my favorite pink tank-top with a blue flower on it, a pair of bright yellow pants and white sandals. I brush my hair and put it up in a pony tail. I grab a light sweater and walk out of my room.
As I walk out my door I bump into a person.
"Oh sorry" I mumble
"That's alright" He says. I look up and see that Cato kid smiling at me with a big toothy grin. He looks pretty stupid considering his loss of 3 teeth. I feel my growing eyes growing big, well not growing but you know what I mean. Anyways I turn away suddenly and start walking down the hallway.
I walk down the stairs and see my sister standing in the lobby. She's wearing a green shirt and black capri pants. She looks up and sees me, it looks like she is going say something to me, but just then Mom and Dad walk through the doors.
"Chloe, sweetheart! Oh it's so good to see you, honey" Mom squeels
"It's good to see you too!" She says as she embraces them in a hug
"Where's your sister?" Dad asks
"Oh she's over there" Chloe says pointing at me
"What are you doing over there Clove? Come here, we can barely see you" Mom scolds me. Notice how she doesn't say sweetheart or honey. But, there's no favoritism. There never was.
"Where are we going for brunch?" Chloe asks
"We were thinking, Patterson's Pancakes" Mom shreiks
"Yay" I cheer. We used to go there a lot, it was my favorite restaraunt
"Really? That old place? I thought we could go to Jack's" Chloe whined
"Oh, if you want to go there we can" Dad says
"But I wanted to go to Patterson's Pancakes" I whine, I hate it when she always gets her way.
"Clove! Don't whine. If your sister wants to go to Jack's, we're going to Jack's" Mom scolds me
"But that's not fair!" I shout "It's not like it's her birthday or anything"
"Clove!" Dad cringes "We are going to Jack's, and if you don't want to come, then don't!"
"Fine" I say "Killjoy" I mutter under my breath. Chloe looks at me, but luckily doesn't say anything. As we're leaving I look around. To my surprise I see a group of blondes standing in the corner. As I get a closer look I see a Dad, Mom, 3 boys and 1 girl. I'm guessing the boys are 11, 7 and 6. The girl looks to be about 4. Oh wait, the oldest boy is actually Cato Stone. I'm assuming those people are his family. I sure hope he didn't see that outburst I had there.
We walk outside, into the parking lot where our SUV is waiting. We hop in and start driving to Jack's.
"So Clove, how is training going?" Dad asks from the front seat
"Good, I have a knack for throwing knives and I'm in level 3 track" I say with great dignity in my voice
"What?" My mom and dad both chime "Are you even trying?" My dad stops the car in the middle of the street.
"Yes, aren't you proud of me?" I ask
"No, why would they be? They want a daughter who can level up every week, a daughter who can throw spears and hit the target 25 meters away. A daughter who can go into the Hunger Games and win. A daughter like me" Chloe snarls
"Exactly" Mom says
"You should try harder Clove. Don't you want to win the Hunger Games?" Dad questions "Don't you want to make us proud?"
"Yes"
"Then try harder"
\\\...Time skip.../
It's 9:30 pm. This is basicly how my day went:
Scolding
Eat at Jacks
Scolding
Listen to Chloe talk about Training
Go to the Movies
Visit Aunt Enobaria
Go to the Amusement Park
Scolding by Aunt Enobaria
Supper at Pasta Mac's
And then I came home. The only fun part was when we went to the amusement park, but even then Chloe got all the attention. When I came home I laid down on my bed and cried. I must have been crying really hard, because afterwards my head hurt. Why are they so mean? What do they get out of it? Can't they see that I'm trying? Am I trying? Yes, but as much as they want me to, no. What can I do to make my parents proud. I'm only 7 years old!
Well, maybe I could train harder, practice more. I could always practice on those days that I get off. The training rooms are always open. Maybe then my parents will be proud of me.