Fourth Chapter

There's a moment of silence, before she speaks, "That's...that's impossible. You look nothing like Fivey."

"And yet, I'm her sister. Your daughter. Mother, I thought you were dead." I smile at her.

She looks at me for a long time without saying anything and then she says, "Yes, I suppose so, you look like your father though. So, then I guess that it wouldn't be very motherly if I told someone about your plan."

I smile at her, trying to make her believe that this makes me happy, but inside, I'm seething. How dare this woman give birth to me and then pretend to die! She not only gave me a childhood without a Mother, but she also hurt Father and Fivey.

Still, I have to be nice to her if she'll keep my plan a secret. I swear, if she tells, I'll be so angry at her.

"So, Plore, will you keep my plan a secret? Please? For your daughter? I'll call you Mother if you want." I look at her, and say, "And will you do me a favor? Help Father and Fivey get out of District Eleven safely?"

She smiles at me, "Of course, but you can't call me Mother. It'll make Snow suspicious."

God, some people are so gullible. Especially idiots.

I force a smile onto my face, "Do I have your word that you won't tell?"

All the sudden her arms are around me and she's saying over and over, "Of course."

I pat her back awkwardly. Um, okay? God this lady is mental.

"So, should I act differently around you? I'll still fall you Plore, but I'll be nice now." I smile, a real smile knowing that she'll be pushing the sponsors over to my side instead of my district partner whats-his-name.

Doesn't matter, he'll be dead in ten minutes and I'll be escaping.

I smirk at the thought. Huh. I think there's actually something wrong with me today. Maybe sleep-deprivation.

I give Plore, or my "Mother" one more hug, make her promise one more time and then I leave to go eat something. What? I'm hungry.

As I skip down the hall, I can practically feel Fivey congratulating me.

I think I'm glowing, and get this; I stop and say sorry to the man I shoved! I am such a good person!

Of course, I think that with Plore on my side, I might even be able to kill someone! Someone stupid enough to cross paths with me.

Oh, how I long for Fivey's smart mind and beautiful face to be here. Protecting me. Loving me. But not half as much as I love her. I grin, picturing her face once I escape. She'll be ecstatic that I'm alive and that I followed her instructions so well.

I sigh, knowing that not everyone is lucky enough to have such a smart sister.

Once I make it back to my compartment, I wrap my arms around myself, wishing that I didn't look so scared and vulnerable right now. I don't want to look that way.

But I have no one watching my back.

Not whatever his name is. I should figure that out, it's on the verge of bothering me.

Not Plore, no matter what she says.

Not Carliu, because well, he's an idiot.

No one. Thankfully, I'll meet up with Fivey in no time.

But if her plan doesn't work and I die, I'll come back and haunt her.

Except, she might die too.

I wince at the thought, hoping she doesn't die. If she does, I'll know that I was the one who's responsible.

i reach up to wipe my nose when I feel something wet on my cheek. Am I crying?

Great. I am. I swear, if I'm getting soft, I will kill someone.

Which I'm going to be doing in the Games anyways, maybe with a knife, or sword-

Suddenly, my stomache lurches and the contents of my dinner is on the floor. Well, there goes being hungry. I just lost my appetite looking at that. I kind of feel like vomiting again, but it's starting to smell.

When I look at the bed, I get a good idea to make more people suffer because of me.

I grab all the sheets and things off my bed and throw them in the vomit and laugh evilly.

Okay, maybe not the last part, but I did giggle. Try cleaning that up. I don't even know why people would want to.

Too bad monsters. You have to. Haha. Poor you. At least you have the security of knowing that you'll see your sister the next day.

I don't have that, so suck it up and go have fun watching kids die.

Now that it's covered I'm hungry. I walk out of the foul-smelling room and look arouns aimlessly until an attendant comes over. I think he's the one I shoved. Neat.

"Can I help you?" He says nervously.

I smile sweetly back, "Yes. I want some good food. The best of the best. I don't settle for second rate. Now!"

He nods, as if this is what expected. I take a couple of knives that were stupidly left out and I practice my aim with them by carving a face on the wall and then standing a couple feet away.

By the time the food comes, I've gotten two on the nose, one one the mouth and three on the throat. The man looks scared by this and quickly leaves once the food is on the table.

My eyes bug out. This looks great. Oh, cookies! They look so good. I grab one and shove it in my mouth. It's so warm and there's this really good sweet brown thing in them and I shove them all in my mouth until they're gone.

Then I move onto the real food. By the time I realize that it's breakfast and Tiger, I remember his name, comes out, followed closely by Carliu, Plore and Urgrile. Plore gives me a wink and I want to throw up again.

I really hate that woman.