District Two, it's right there, in front of us. We both forget what we're doing and dash forward. We can't stop in time and we both collide in the wire. We frantically wriggle through an opening and walk around town.
"Where is their house?" asks Gale. I shrug in response and look around. I think about asking someone but that might seem suspicious. The sun gets lower and lower and people start to go back their homes.
"Maybe we should come back tomorrow," I whisper to gale. "Wait," he says staring ahead. I look forward and see a women walking home. She has dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I know her and so does Gale because at the same time we both say, "Aunt Madge."
We follow her silently and she walks into a small but in tack house. After she enters we walk up to it and knock on the door. I wonder if they heard us and debate on if I should knock again. I don't have to make up my mind because Uncle Gale opens the door.
His gray eyes widen in alarm. "Prim, Gale," he whispers. "Hi Uncle Gale," I say. I've only seen him once before when I was a toddler because Aunt Madge and him came to visit District Twelve. Mom spoke with Aunt Madge but avoided Uncle Gale.
"What are you doing here?" he hisses. I take in a deep breath, "Mother needs your help." He tenses up and doesn't blink. Just when I think he's about to speak he slams the door in our faces.