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choi soobin

"Happy birthday to you," you jumped in your seat a little, startled by your friend's mom's sudden singing, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/n, happy birthday to youuuuu." She walked into the dining room with a single vanilla cupcake in her hands, a candle sporting the number 18 on top. There was no icing or sprinkles on the cupcake yet it still looked ravishing to you. The government only allowed for sweets on special occasions, like birthdays or weddings, and even then it could only be so many calories. This was the government's way of getting rid of obesity in Lamore, along with other, harsher, methods.

"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. It means so much to me." You looked up at her and could see the sparkles in her eyes. That was one thing you loved about Mrs. Johnson, she always had sparkles in her eyes and a positive outlook on this fucked-up place we call Earth. Even after the incident...

"Oh dear, it was my pleasure! And how many times have I told you to call me mom, darling?" A lot. Almost every day, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do that. Every time you looked at her, you not only saw the sparkles, but you also saw her.

Amelia.

You see, Amelia was your best friend. You had known her since you were 3. You guys did everything together, homework, parties, shopping. Everything. Your families were also close to each other. So close that she called your mom "mama" and you called her mom "mom". You loved each other dearly and made a promise to be best friends forever, always wearing promise rings on your pinkies. Until one fateful day. It had been all your fault. You wanted ice cream so badly that day, even though you knew that you could only have it on your birthday. You didn't care though, begging your mother, who had taken Amelia and yourself to the park that day, to get some from the vendor.

"Please, mom. Please please please with a cherry on top," you pleaded with your hands clasped in front of you. "Please it's so hot I could melt. You wouldn't want your only daughter to melt, do you?"

"Well, it's a good thing you're not my only daughter. I have Amelia too," your mom childishly stuck out her tongue at you, causing you to look at your best friend with a pout on your face. Immediately, Amelia knew what to do.

"But mama, I want some ice cream too," she said with a pout that you knew your mother couldn't resist. And you were right because her resolve started wavering and soon the three of you were heading towards the ice cream vendor located in the middle of the park.

"Hello, sir. Three ice creams, please!" The man at the stand eyed you skeptically before asking who's birthday it was. You replied before your mother could even open her mouth.

"Mine! Can I please have a cookie and cream ice cream with a waffle cone?" The man had seen how enthusiastic you were and assumed you weren't lying. After hearing Amelia and your mother's orders, he immediately got to work and soon enough you were walking away from him, licking your ice cream.

"Come on, Amelia, let's go to the swings! Last one there is a rotten egg," you took off towards the swings, leaving Amelia shouting about how you had cheated. Once you both got there, you sat right beside each other, kicking your legs back and forth while gossiping about some boys in your class. In the middle of you telling a story about one dude, a little girl about 5 years old came up to you two asking if it was one of your birthdays. You both had forgotten all about the Capitol rules and answered her truthfully, no.

"Oh, ok," she bid you goodbye and ran away. You turned back to Amelia and shrugged your shoulders, going back to your story. You both were so absorbed in the story that you didn't notice the little girl, or what you thought was a little girl, going to tell her mother. But one person did notice, your mom. She saw the tattoo on the girl's arm and immediately knew who, what, she was. A spy for the Capitol.