Hunger Games

Chapter Eight

My parents taught me to hate a Catosmith but Clos isn't like the others. He looks soft and gentle but not the way Gardoir does. I like Clos but I like Gardoir more. "I'm going hunting" I mutter." Bring back some rabbit and groosling!" Gwenny calls."I will!" I reply. I whistle something and then a bird repeats it and soon the whole forest is filled with bird song." Mocking Jays" I whisper. I touch the pin on my sweater and keep walking. "Alaya!" I turn round to see who called and notice Gardoir running towards me. "Hi" I say." I'm coming with you" he says. I nod an ok. We walk side by side for a while in the quiet forest until Gardoir whistles and then the whole forest is filled with bird song. Gardoir looks around surprised." What bird is that?" He asks.
"A mocking jay"
"Like your mom"
"Yep"

After that everything was blurry. I get pulled in and feel Gardoirs' lips on mine. His lips are soft but strong and it feels like he's kissed a thousand girls before me. When we pull apart I wander about in a daze and he has to help me steady myself. I see a rabbit but it looks like someone's killed it before running away from something...
"Or someone..." Gardoir says. "Oops... did I say that aloud?" I ask.
"No, I was thinking about what might've chased this person away.

When we finally get back to the cave, everyone looks scared." What's up?" I ask. No answer. "They look frozen.." I mutter to Gardoir. I hear a cannon sound. 1...2...3....
"Three cannon shots. One sho-" a horrible realisation washes over me." Unless... it's for them?" I ask, close to tears. Gardoir pulls me closer as a tear slides down my cheek. I close my eyes as I wonder who could've killed them. Earlier, I saw the knife behind Clos. Unless... it couldn't have been him. But where is he now?"Gardoir? I know who killed them. It was Clos"I whisper. He nods in agreement. He didn't trust him either. Another wave of sadness washes over me as I think of the song everyone sings. I start singing quietly but Gardoir heard and stopped rocking me. As I finish singing, he whispers "that was beautiful, Alaya."