Roses

The visit

Hiiiii peoples. I know it's been forever. My excuses are at the bottom, but for now you should know that Rueby is seven in this and I don't own the Hunger Games. Happy reading!
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This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful Grandma, who is moving halfway across the country. The traitor.

  Rueby made a face, doodling in her notebook. She was sitting on a bench in the train station, since it was the only bench she could find out of the rain. Getting sent home early from school would never go over well with her parents. She'd have to figure out what to do later in terms of getting one of them to go in and talk to Miss Kenz, probably her dad would be best. But first she'd have to explain this whole problem to them.
  The train stopped in front of her, not an uncommon occurrence these days, so she didn't think anything of it when a few people got up. She glanced up to see a woman with what she assumed was her son on her hip, got off, the woman with blonde curly hair, brown eyes, and a tired look on her face while the boy was beaming happily and leaning dangerously far away from the woman.
  Behind them, an old man clutching onto a news paper, with thick glasses and a fedora hat. He looked stressed, but most people his age looked stressed. Behind him was a man, tall with black hair and grey eyes. He had pale skin and was looking at her.
  She shrugged this off and turned back to the sketch she was doing of the train station. Dad would probably be proud of it. He was proud of most things, though. If she got Mom to be proud it would be something. But she doubted they'd be proud of her for a while, once they found out what she'd done. Zani would be proud. But when Zani was proud, there were always problems.
  "D'you mind if I sit?" The dark haired man asked. She looked up to find he was carrying a back pack. If he kidnapped her, as she thought he might, then she could escape and tell her parents. Then her parents would be so busy trying to kill this man that they would completely forget about her being sent home early. "Please," She murmured, scooting over to make room.
  She returned to the drawing, ignoring the man all together and going over other ideas to tell her parents. She was surprised when the man spoke up again. "What's a little girl like you doing out so early? Don't you have school?" "What's it to you?" She snapped. To her surprise, the man chuckled. "I'm curious." "Well I'm Rueby. Curious is a stupid name, didn't your mother love you?" She asked.
The man laughed, smiling at her. He probably looked handsome at one point. But now his face was covered with wrinkles from stress and age. "My name's not actually curious, it's Gale." "Gale." She tested the name on her lips. That sounded familiar. She couldn't figure out why. "So, Rueby, why aren't you in school?" He asked. She sighed. It might be good to talk to someone, and adults usually knew what to do in these situations.
  "I called my teacher a bitch and she sent me home. I don't know what to do now... My parents will be upset, I'm sure." She sighed. The man simply smirked. "What did your teacher do?" He asked. She whipped her head up to face him. This was not what she expected. Most adults just said you had to respect your teachers. Respect them for giving their time to helping you. They never asked what they did.
  "She was mean to my brother at lunch. He told me and I called her a bitch. She wants to talk to my parents now. Apparently kids shouldn't ever be exposed to that kind of language and they're somehow responsible or me being so naughty." She sniffed. "I meant what I said. I'm not sorry and they'll want me to apologize. That's another problem." The man was examining her now. "Anyways, what's your story?" She asked. "I'm here to visit an old friend. I think you might know her." Rueby shrugged. She didn't know many people around here so that was a shot in the dark.
  "Think you can give me directions?" He asked. Rueby shrugged. "Maybe. If we get lost it's your fault." She said. The man laughed. "Anyways," Rueby said, getting to her feet. "What do you think I should do about my teacher?" The man smiled. "Don't worry, I think your parents will understand." Rueby gave him an odd look but shrugged, murmuring, "If you say so."

So, what did you think? Marvelous? Horrendous? I'd really like for you to tell me. The reason I haven't been updating is because I've been extremely unmotivated. No one reviews anymore and I'm not sure anyone's even reading this. I'm by no means giving up on this story, but I won't be updating regularly anymore. So please, please leave a review. It only takes a second and it makes my days so much happier. I'll post the rest of Gale's visit soon, and if you want i could do his POV next chapter.