“You have some explaining to do, Emilia.” Chriva said, stern and scary. She saw me and Marvel hug, and she saw Marvel come into my room last night. No wonder she’s mad. It’s against the rules.
“It’s such a long story, Chriva. I’m tired anyway. I should go to bed, like the medic said.” I replied. I think there’s no escape in this one but slipping out in the scene.
“Not until you explain. Don’t you know it’s against the rules to have communications, or even relationships with your fellow tributes?!” She is yelling now, I don’t even get her point.
“I know, okay? I love him. And you know nothing to stop this.”
“All I know is President Snow may know about this, and let me say this to you, your days in the games will not be pretty. And change your attitude! It’s not always about you, you know! We care for you and want you to train, so you can win! So stop fooling around!”
“Why waste my remaining days alive by following stupid rules?” I stormed off and shut the door. I was really mad, really burning. She never will understand.
Tears rolled down my eyes. I am faced with the horrible realization again. We can never be happy again like we used to be. There’s a tiny chance of me reaching it to the end, winning, and there’s a big chance that Marvel does. And if he wins, I know he’s not gonna be happy, because I’m dead. And that goes the same for me. So no one wins. No one but the Capitol.
I was awakened by the Avox’s light shake for me. She signals me that it’s time for dinner. I think I slept for four hours, and my ankle was okay, I can now walk easier, but I still limp. All I think about is how I will face Chriva tonight. I washed my face and stripped my training clothes, I showered, and wore a nice breezy tank and some shorts. It’s humid and hot tonight.
I ran downstairs, and I could tell they were surprised. The chattering soon dies as I reached for my chair in the table. Chriva glances at me, but I never return them. Ilignma tries to start a conversation, but it soon dies because the aura Chriva and I make is really awkward. After dinner, Chriva approached me.
“Emilia, I am sorry if I went on and shouted at you, but all I am thinking about is your sake.” She said calmly.
“I’m sorry because I yelled at you, I was just frustrated. I am so sorry.” I actually can’t stop my tears that it spilled straight from my eyes. And Chriva hugged me and patted my back.
“It’s gonna be alright. I’ll let you spend time with him. I understand.”
I wiped my nose and smiled at her. She isn’t so bad after all.
YOU ARE READING
Through a Fox's Eyes
Fiksi PenggemarShe sees things. She understands. She has a burden larger than any tributes, even Katniss'. She's the typical wallflower, who was smart enough to be in the final five. Join her in the games, see the Hunger Games through a fox's eyes.
