Chapter 25
Lottie's POV
A year later...
"You need a chaperon to come on this trip, Ms. Mellark." Mrs. Lighthill's nasally voice snaps me out of my stupor.
I look up at her, shocked, and she glares at me.
I nod, and glance down at my ring again.
Only two weeks left until the wedding!
"That's all, Ms. Mellark." Mrs. Lighthill nods towards the door, and I get up, grab my books and leave the office.
"What was that all about?" Emma asks as we walk towards the lockers to get ready to leave.
I shrug, "I need a chaperon to go. She just has to remind me EVERY DAY." I mimic her voice, and I get a snort from Emma.
"That's crazy, we're graduating in ONE week, she doesn't have to be all over you shoulder." Emma glares at her reflection in her locker mirror, then slams her locker shut, and pulls her backpack strap over her shoulder.
"Really." I roll my eyes at my locker, then kiss Finn's picture in my locker, and shut my locker.
Emma opens up my locker again and stares at Finn's picture, "Who's this?"
I stare at his picture, a smile tugging at my lips, "Finn."
"Wait, THE Finn?" Emma's eyes bug out.
"Yes, THAT Finn." I gently pry her fingers off of my locker and shut it, rolling my eyes at her.
"He could be your chaperon! If you don't mind me staring at that hunk the entire time." Emma stares off into the distance, no doubt dreaming about him.
I laugh, waving my hand in front of her eyes, "I don't know..." I purse my lips, frowning.
Finn's been here in District 12 for a week because of business, or so he tells me.
"I guess I could ask him." I say hesitantly.
"Yes!" Emma cries.
I jump, looking at her, in confusion.
She just winks at me and walks away to find her younger sister.
I just shake my head and roll my eyes, walking towards the door where Nick and Finn are waiting.
"Finn?" I call.
"Yeah Lottie?" Finn's voice faintly calls up to me.
I sneeze from the dust in the attic and I crawl over to the stairs where I meet two bright green eyes staring at me in confusion.
I gently kiss his lips and pull back, "I need a favor."
"Sure." He crawls up the stairs and ducks to not hit his head on the rafters.
"I need your help moving these boxes." I nod towards the boxes I was attempting to move.
He nods and we crawl over to the boxes.
"I got this one." Finn says, grabbing the largest box.
I nod and move to go grab the box underneath it.
I shriek as I fall, the box falling on top of me.
Finn yelps and slams down right next ot me.
"Shit." I whisper, glaring at the box.
Then my glare slackens, and my eyes grow wide.
Finn's eyes are wide as he takes a suit out from the box that fell on top of me.
I crawl out from underneath the box, taking the suit.
It's a Mockingjay.
I reach into the bottom of the box and grab a pin and pearl.
I look at the pin in shock.
It's THE pin.
Finn and I stare at each other in horror.
My Mom was the Mockingjay.
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