A trinket of hope

Chapter 1.

I struggle against the peacekeepers, and the cold metal guns that are being held on back, but its no use. I'm out numbered.
"This isn't very good manners!", I yell trying to make them feel bad for what they are doing, but they don't react to my comment. Not one single frown or quiver of the lip.

One of them smiles and says,"I'm sorry mrs Trinket but you will no longer be escorting any victors, or doing much of anything at that", he says with wicked pleaser in his voice.

I look up and try to see the face of the peace keeper that just spoke through his helmet. The deep smooth voice of the man sounds oddly familiar.

I can only make out the figure of his round distinct face and I believe that the voice belongs to Franklin shinier the man who lost the escorting job to me 3 years ago when I first started escorting district 12.

"So Franklin your a peace keeper now", I say trying to make small talk (the polite thing to do) as he leads me down the hallway to a car. It's terribly quite which makes this situation more awkward than it needs to be.

"Yes, one of the highest ranked", he says proudly, "Snow appointed me himself".

I smile and like always, try to be as cheerful as I can be. "We'll how nice for you",I say.
He mumbles something under his breath which smells of liquor and then he opens the door to an green jeep that I'm guessing is one of the army vehicles. "Thank you kindly", I say sitting down.

He gives me a dirty look. "You know Effie you can give up the act",he says annoyed.

I smooth down the ruffles of my baby pink dress and straiten my powder blue wig. "What act?", I act calmly making sure my voice is steady.

He rolls his eyes. "The hole manners and every things alright act", he says, "and Effie I know that you... Well I can't tell you but president snow will explain".

I gasp at first, not knowing what to do. I'm not acting and I have no idea what he's talking about, But I realize something.

"We're going to see president snow?", I ask.

He smiles and doesn't say answer me for a while but then he says, "yes we are and I don't expect you to come out of he's mansion alive."

I gasp and let out a small noise, held tight in my throat, and I start to cry. What did he mean by "I don't expect you to come out of that mansion alive"? Am I going to die in that beautiful mansion? Well if I do I guess my death won't be as beautiful.

One thing I would like to know is why I was taken from the Game Center, in them middle of the quarter quell trying to get katniss and peeta sponsors. Only to be taken to snows mansion for mahogany knows what!

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. What ever it is I will find out soon because we have arrived at our destination.

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Okay guys so I'm only getting started with this and it will get better just keep on reading and I will have updates when I can.

Chapter 2

I don't bother to wipe away my tears. They may not help my case but they won't hurt it either.

Franklin gets out of the car and slams the door behind him, and he does it so hard that the car vibrates. I cringe. You'd think he would have a better, more professional attitude.

He opens my door and grabs my arm so tight that my skin beneath his fingers is turning white. "Listen! Don't try to escape because I will catch you Trinket", he snaps through gritted teeth.

I laugh."what made you think I would run?", I ask.

He studied me as if he doesn't quite know the answer but then he speaks again.
"You may seem like one of those idiot Capitol robots but I know better Effie. I'm not falling for your tricks and nether is snow.", he spits out.

Tricks. That's one thing I can add to the list to explain why I'm here, but that's not much to go by.

I decide that its best not to respond. I just walk up the cold marble steps to the the sold white mason in front of me, my pointed heels making taping sounds as I walk. White...it's fits the name snow.

Once we get to a brown mahogany door. I touch it taking in every aspect of it. This might just be the last time I see mahogany.

Some may think I'm weird for loving mahogany but its not the mahogany itself, it the memory that come along with it.

When I was a child my farther was different from the other Capitol people from here. He had a thirst for knowledge. He liked to observe ad study everything. He was so... Curious about anything and everything. One time snow gave him permission to go to district 7 to study the trees to "make sure they were growing properly" that he had a suspicion that something was going on. Of corse this was a lie, he really just wanted to look at the trees. He never seen one before. The Capitol is just city there's not one green thing growing here.

When he got home he told me story's about the things in nature that he seen. The mockingjays that whistled and hummed beautiful songs, the yellow wild flowers that smelled of honey, wild bears and other marveling creatures. These things were fascinating to me because I had only seen the city and had never seen a real tree, or ,wild flower, or a bear. matter a fact I had never even heard of a mockingjay. He mentioned something about the mahogany being his favorite tree of all he said he had found one with beautiful words carved in it... A song called "the hanging tree".

I always wanted to hear him sing the song but I never had the chance to ask him. One night he went to president snows party, he drank the wine and suddenly died right then and there. we buried him in a mahogany coffin. Some times I still wake up at night crying asking him to sing the song, but of course there's no answer. There's no soft, sweet voice to sing me the beautiful words on the tree. I don't even think that anyone remembers the song.

"Time to go in", Franklin says clearly annoyed , taking my hand off the door.

We walk in and suddenly my nostrils fell with the sent of strong rose perfume and...blood?

Snow is setting at his desk and he's looking directly at me. "Why am I here?", I blurt out hastily, not thinking it through.

Snow smiles, but its not a friendly smile, its more like a smile you give to some one you hate who's about to get hurt. I guess the word for it is wicked.

"You really don't know mrs Trinket do you?", he asks spitting out the word trinket.