The Sun's Rays

I'm Taking Matters Into My Own Hands

A couple of days after the filming, it was edited and shown around the nation. Dale and I showed up to the showing an hour early. We didn't exactly have anything else to do, so we played a game that our therapist told us to play. We got assigned Dr. Davis after the games to test and make sure that we were "sane." It was like a game of twenty questions, except the questions were never ending and we should ask more about our emotional problems. Basically, we played twenty questions.

"What's your favorite color?" asked Dale

"Hmmm...." I said, thinking.

My favorite color had been a deep red, but after the games it has gone to be the color of my nightmares.

"Yellow, like the evening Primroses planted outside of my house." I said.

Most of my best childhood memories was playing around those flowerbeds that represented my Aunt's spirit in the war.

"What is your favorite animal?" I asked him.

He traces his finger along the mahogany table.

"I like panthers, because they are silent and deadly, but can be total sweethearts."

I smirked at that last sentence. How about that.

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"Well it could be better if we actually had a leader in this rebellion. It seems as if BOTH Mellarks are refusing to take up the position." said Salvator.

I exchanged a smirk with Mom. I don't really know why Mom is refusing, but I guess she thinks that her time is up for being a leader.

"I think that our techie, Ronald, should be getting to the publishing video... ah." he said.

I looked up at the TVs and saw that it has gone black.

"We bring to you, from the base of the rebels a message for the Capitol." said a cool woman's voice.

I saw the mockingjay symbol come up with a four-note whistle that I recognized from my Mom and Dad's first games. It then expanded outwards and filled up the screen with a flash. I was stunned. They incorporated a sun ray in the introduction. I thought I agreed not to be their little Mockingjay? I was pulled out of my thoughts when Annie came up on the screen. She talked for some time, before it switched tributes. Truthfully, I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy thinking about a talk that I had a week ago with Rye. Honestly, I don't really know why that was the time to think about this, but it must of been because I wanted to find some normal teenage crap to hold onto while the rebels were talking...

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I walked into my room. I surveyed the bland surroundings with a sigh, before flinging my book bag to the side and plopped on my bed. I really used to like school, but after the Games had happened, it just didn't seem important anymore. How will learning how to bisect an angle* help us win the war? It just seems like a waste of time when we could be getting training that could save people's lives one day?

I sighed again. Nothing seemed to be going right. I haven't even talked to Haymitch for a week, I haven't spoken to Mom and Dad in way longer, and I have not been a good friend to Rye. My relationship with Dale has also been going down the drain since that kiss that we had at the end of the games. I still really liked his friendship, but I really wanted it to be something more. I just wanted him to kiss me senseless and I wanted to spend time going to the movies or something like that.

I sighed again. Might as well get started on that homework. I got up and grabbed my math book and pencil. I went over to my desk and looked at the first problem.