Primrose Mellark

Chapter Thirty

yay! our 30th chapter! :D this one is going to be longer than what i usually write. not a freaking 7-page-chapter-that-you-dont-feel-like-reading though.  :) thank you all for reading! :D 

P.S: I'm almost done with this story! *crying* i am always sad when i finish an awesome story like this. this will also be my first finished story! *claps* thank you! lol jk. i really appreciate all the reads and votes and comments this story has been getting, tho! haha i dont see why u guys love it so much, but i will keep writing it!! :D and there's going to be an epilogue, too.  well i wont be keeping u back! read ahead!

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We cooked the bird outside, where we quickly made a fire-pit. Gale plucked the feathers why Evan and I made the fire. I could feel his gaze rested on me, like he was thinking about something. Or me. I smile but didn't look up as I made the fire with some matches Gale brought with him. I was proud of myself, that I finally surprised Evan for once. And a nice surprise. Not like the heart attacks he gives me, though.

   I finally get the dead grass to light, and then I add in some branches. Gale already has the pheasant plucked and the head and beak gone when the fire just starts to get bigger. He's a fast skinner, I think to myself.

   I got two pointed sticks and put them on either side of the fire, and I put a stick through the bird. I put the two ends of the sticks between the wedge of the branches.

   "Rotisserie!" I say after I'm done. I look up at them, and Gale nods. I slowly turn the handle, and it's quiet between us three. Nothing to say. I guess. And I think Evan and Gale still don't like each other. no doubt.

   A long time passed before Gale says, "It's done." I take the stick off the fire, but keep the bird on the stick that it's on.

   "Dinner!" I say. "Just pick from the bird. Whatever you want." Evan takes a leg, and Gale takes the two wings. I take the other leg. I take the stick out of the ground, and put it in a different spot so I can rest the pheasant on it without it taking the head from the fire. Grease dribbles down my chin as I bite into the pheasant. I had forgotten what good food tasted like. I've been living off jerkey, nearly-dry rabbit, and the rest of my crackers. This is truely delious. I eat the rest of the leg until all the meat's off. I look at the two others, licking my fingers. They aren't even done yet. Feeling piggish, I rest my chin on my hands and watch the fire.

   I hear a chuckle. "Prim, there's plenty more if you want some." Evan tells me. I look up at him, smile, and take off another piece of the pheastant, and put it on a stick so it doesn't fall. 

   We eat the pheasant all up, until nothing but the bones are left. After we've talked a little more about tomorrow, we finally settle on this: I will meet Evan by the lake, and  he will go over to the northern side of the guards, where there are less of them. I will wait by the lake, hidden, until I hear Gale's bird call. Then I will scream loudly, run inside my cave, and stay there. If they don't come, I will scream "Help!" until I can hear them coming. That will be the destraction, giving Gale and Evan time. Then Evan will run up to one or two of the machines, put a fire right in the correct spot, and run away before the tank explodes. Then Gale and Evan will run away back to his cabin, where I shall meet them after the guards had gone away from my cave.

   Pretty simple.

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   It's the next day. The day, that one of us might lose our lives. My hands are clentched at my sides as I stare up into Evan's eyes. We are just parting ways, and yesterday, Gale said that he would meet with him this morning at dawn. I haven't seen Gale yet today, but I trust he's there already.