My Other Half

Chapter 1 - Marking Day

A/N: Two things to tell you.

1. Please remember that this is my first book. I'm not used to posting stories on the internet.

2. If you don't like this story along the way, or right away, delete it. Duh.

Sorry in advance for any grammar and or spelling mistakes.

Hope you enjoy! :D

~ Mar

Chapter One

I wake up to the smell of cinnamon and brown sugar. I yawn and push the thin covers off of me, careful not to wake Annabeth, my older sister. My feet carry me down the stairs, sore from running around the town delivering mail to all the townsfolk the other day.

"Hello, dear!"

I hear my mother's chirpy voice.

"March 15th! You know what that means."

She moves around the kitchen, preparing whatever wonderful food she's making today. I grab some grapes, throwing them up into the air and catching them with my mouth.

I've never really been into finding my 'true love.' It all just seems stupid and useless to me. I don't need a guy to make me feel happier. I want to feel independent from every one else, who seem to be caught up in finding their 'other half', as some people call it. The only person I wouldn't mind being in love with was one of the workers at the post office, but he's too close of a friend. It would be rather awkward to find out we both had halves of the same shape permanently inked on our skin.

"Yes, mother, I do. You count down the years, days, hours, minutes, seconds. You remind me all the time. You really like the idea of me finding the other half of me, don't you?"

She happily nods.

"I mean, it would be nice and all to find my 'true love', because you would stop bothering me and finally let me be, but having half a shape tattooed on my ankle won't make me want to fall in love with some stranger."

She frowns and touches my shoulder, trying to get me to understand all of this nonsense.

"El, sweetie, just accept it. That's how your father and I met, it may have been a weird way of meeting, but you know how much we loved each other."

I throw another grape into the air and break the smooth surface as it reaches my mouth.

"Yea, that's why he left us three years after I was born," I say sarcastically.

She shook her head and took her hand off of my shoulder, almost as if she was disgusted to be touching me.

"No, Eleanor. He did not want to leave, he was forced to. I'm not going to have you being disrespectful to your father when it wasn't his fault," She raised her voice, which she only did when I said something she didn't like. Which seemed to be a lot.

When I was three, the highly important Capitol folks basically asked if he wanted to go help there. Not at all forced. He didn't disagree. He didn't fight it. He thought of himself being an important Capitol fellow just like they were, and forgot all about his family. And no matter how many times my mother tells me it's not his fault, I will never believe her.

"Morning, El. Morning, mum," Annabeth yawned, padding down the wooden stairs.

"Good morning, dear." Mother spoke, her face lighting up.

That's something I despise of Annabeth. She has always been mum's favorite, and always will be. She acts like she's our father's replacement, bossing me around just because she has the ability to.