Be sure to check out a Percy Jackson fanfic. Published by, Laugh-Read-Music-Dream! It's called "Freedom".
Chapter 4
The week went by in a flash. Ella and I spent every day together, but it wasn't enough. I didn't want her to leave, but I had no choice. We had talked for hours about when were younger and what we thought would happen to us in the future.
During many of these conversations we would both end up in tears, but we could normally cheer each other up. However, on the night before Ella left, neither of us could stop weeping. All of our anger towards the Capitol burst out and we refused to stop screaming. My mom had to calm us down and put us to bed. That night, I slept in Ella's bed, although we have separate rooms, and we did not want to let go of each other for one minute, so we clung together as if our lives depended on it. When we woke up, our eyes were puffy from crying the whole night, and our bodies were in the same position as when we fell asleep.
We decided to go to the river one, last time before she left. As the water came into view, Ella started to sniffle and I knew she was holding back tears. We sat the whole time, neither of us speaking a word to the other. I wanted to tell her how much I cared about her, but I was afraid if I said one little word, she would break down. Her body was shaking from her quiet sobs, and her eyes were closed with the effort.
As we walked back home, Ella's face was expressionless, and at exactly 1:00 pm, a Capitol car came to take her away.
The whole time we were saying goodbye, Ella's face was paler the usual, but she didn't cry. I figured she had cried herself out during the week. Right as she was about to leave, I remembered something.
"Wait!" I yelled, and sprinted upstairs to my mom's room and pulled open her dresser drawer. As I searched around frantically, I finally found what I was looking for. I pulled out a small framed picture of Ella and me on my ninth birthday. This is my favorite photo of us because it shows how much we care about each other, and has beautiful scenery in the background. The stream behind us reflects the cloudless bright blue sky, and Ella's rose necklace is shimmering from the shinning sun. I stand there staring when I realize that the shape of the necklace and the keyhole to my newly found box are very similar.
I race downstairs to retrieve my backpack, but my mom stops me. "Clove," she says. "She left. The capitol officer was growing impatient and basically dragged her into the car. I tried to stop her, but she told me they were already running late. I'm so sorry, but Ella's gone."
I stand there gapping, with my mouth hanging wide open. My eyes start to water and I try to hold them in, but it's no use. Tears start to stream down my face and soon enough, I'm sobbing. Nothing seems to matter anymore, I can't think, my head hurts and I don't think I'll ever forgive myself. I can't believe I missed her. I wasted my time staring at a dumb old picture and now she doesn't have anything to remember me by. As I kick my backpack in frustration, a small silver box flies out and I regain my thoughts.
Reaching for my neck, I grab the rose necklace and insert it into the key hole. The small box springs open with a click, I pull out a fragile piece of folded paper, and a faded picture.
Carefully, I unfold the paper and read the note. I feel frozen from amazement, fear, and shock. The letter is addressed to Ella, and it's dated from 7 years ago. The night before Ella's mom died.