(A/N: Here's chapter four... I may upload another chapter tomorrow depending the response to this one and whether or not I have time to with Hidden and all. Thanks for all the reviews and feedback! Now onto the story!)
CHAPTER FOUR
No one but Asher talks during dinner. I guess the rest of us are just at a loss for words. I soon get bored (caused by my short attention span) with Asher ranting on about some game he played with his friends so, I decide to make this meal a little more exciting. I start launching my vegetables with my fork.
At first I am very discreet about my new game, but when I get the idea of hitting objects under the table I get well, noticed. I aim a pea at the table leg closest to my mother. That's where I go wrong. Instead of hitting it's assigned target it takes a slight turn and hits my mother's leg instead. I mentally face palm and slowly lift my head only to notice my mother's trademark scowl directed right at me. "Mommy what's wrong?" asks a completely innocent Asher.
"Your sister made the mature decision to play with her food." she says eyes boring into mine. I catch my dad's gaze and he, knowing how my mother can be sometimes, gives me a sympathetic look. She is about to scold me when the phone starts to ring. We all grow silent. Even though the popularity of phones has grown in District twelve, it is still a rare occasion when we receive a call. "I'll get it." says my mother while leaving her seat. Yes, saved by the bell- or well, phone.
"Willow, why did you do that?" my dad asks kindly as my mother exits the room. I quickly explain my previous situation to him. "Okay, just try not to do it again please." I give a curt nod of my head and go back to eating.
When I finish eating I help my dad clear the table. I pick up my mother's plate who, at the moment is still on the phone. Minutes pass and I begin to grow concerned over what she is talking about. I sincerely hope it is nothing bad. Things have been growing suspicious in some of the other districts. Rumors have been going around that district four and one are starting to cut off the supplies that they are providing for The Capitol. Of course this could be a lie but it still is enough to get you thinking.
When my work is done in the kitchen, I join my dad and Asher in the other room. My dad is watching the television which, in my opinion is not entertaining at all. The only things on these days is historical propaganda and information from the districts and Capitol, so instead I play around with Asher. I am in the middle of tickling the poor kid as my mother enters the room smiling and claiming she has great news. My dad pats the cushion next to him motioning for her to come sit. "Annie called saying that her and Everest are planning a trip to district twelve next week." she says while sitting. I fill with joy. That is great news. It has been long time since I have seen Everest, and he is like the big brother I never had.
"Who's Annie and Everest?" asks Asher a puzzled expression plastered on his face.
"Annie is an old friend of mine and your mothers," explains my dad. "And Everest is her son." He turns and faces my mother. "Isn't that a little risky Katniss, using the phone and all? I mean it's the same one from when you first moved in here." I wonder what he means by this.
"That's what I thought, but Annie said it would be fine and we were careful with our words. I am sure nothing will happen Peeta." she immediately replies. They seem to have a silent conversation that goes somewhere on the line of 'we'll talk about this later'. I give the pair a questioning look but my mother ignores it and continues. "I said they could stay in the spare bedroom if they wanted. Is that okay wi-" A look of horror crosses her face and she is staring right at the television. I follow her gaze only to find a teenager with her dark hair pulled into a braid and her piercing gray eyes looking back at me through the screen. The girl is wearing a uniform that oddly resembles a mockingjay and shouting words that are inaudible to my ears because my heart is beating too fast. There right in front of me is what has to be a younger version of my mother.