Immune

The start of something

I cut my hair. It was an accident. I haven't cut it in a long time. I use it as a remembrance of my mother. I always have it in a plait to the side because it gives me the strength that my grandmother had. I straighten the mocking jay pin on the side of my jacket, I look up and then suddenly see a face. It's warm and welcoming. I can't help by touch the warmth on his face. He had brown hair and brown eyes. It was just stunning. Being on my own all this time, seeing human contact is so strange.
"That is a beautiful pin" he said, his voice so comforting. I couldn't take it. I burst into tears as he lifts my head but before he could say another thing, a tall, buff man probably of Asian heritage looks at me and starts saying things to me, nice things. I am kind of confused but I believe that this is what you call flirting.
"Minho!" Said the brown haired guy.
" what did I say, I was just being friendly"
" Are you a crank?"
"Thomas, lets get to know her."
" I am a munie"
" why weren't you in the maze!"
" I escaped..."
"How?"
"I just did alright!"
"Woah, easy there"
"My name is Thomas and his name is Minho"
"My name is primrose"
"Hey, prim"
As he said that, he reminded me of my mum. She used to tell me about my grandmother's sister who died too early. How she was brave and always helped others. That reminded me of my mother. She used to sit with me and tell me tales of how her mom used be. Tears ran down my face .
" Oh no! What happened?Did I say something?." Thomas said
" I'm alright. I just miss my family. It has been a long time since I be seen a human and I feel terrible. I wish that I could just go back in time. I should have died. If I died I wouldn't be in this pain!"
As he approached me, I felt a chill down my spine. It was a hug. I remember my mother used to give me hugs. I missed them.
"Thanks" I said
" your welcome" Thomas said
" Come with me."
And with that Thomas lead me into the distance as I grasped on. My grandma used to be brave . She fought with the flames.and as she used to say
'If we burn, you burn with us!'
I think about WICKED and what it did to the world. I wanted everything to be back to
normal again...
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