The Sun's Rays

The Scientist

BOOM!

CLAP!

The sound of my gun, along with other people's echoed off the walls of the shooting range. This was the second week of our rebel training. We started when Mom got released from the hospital. She had to wear a heart monitor and tone down work, but otherwise she was fine. Good thing, too. She was driving us all crazy in that hospital bed. Anyway, we were now in our shooting workshop, that we have everyday along with combat, and defense workshops. We now have them after school everyday. Like, all I hear about is our teachers grumbling about how they have to lighten up our homework.

Oh, too bad.

I thrown down my hand gun, and take up the biggest gun. I lay the heavy butt of the gun on my shoulder and aim it at the target. I shoot three times and get two just outside the bulls-eye, and one in the dead center of the bulls-eye.

I saw Dale struggling to get one on the target. I rolled my eyes.

I went over to help the big doofus.

"Here, let me help you."  I said.

I reached and placed his had back on the big gun. 

"Don't act like this is a bomb that could explode at any moment," I lectured, "act like it's a pillow, or something that is completely harmless."

Dale snorted.

I gave him my best 'I''m-Primrose-Freaking-Everdeen-And-I-Can-Kick-Your-Butt look that I save just for moments like these.

He shut up after that.

He aimed the gun, and fired at the center of the target, and went right through the bulls-eye.

His face broke out into a smile. I laughed and went in for a peck on the lips. Dale then deepened the kiss. I lent into it, and a loud bang broke us apart. 

I looked over and saw our instructor with a hole in his clipboard. Let's just say that Dale and I had to put in a little extra work after the shop was over. 

***

I plopped down on the couch in the reef. Dale went face first next to me with a groan. 

"I didn't think that he would make us clean up all of the shells and scrub each target with a toothbrush." Dale groaned.

"It wasn't that bad." I said.

Dale gave me the best look of disbelief.

"Just kidding."

I got a pillow to the face. I threw a pillow at him and it broke. He grinned evilly. I sprinted to the closet to get the spare pillows. I threw one at him, and he caught it. I was about to throw the other when he held it up.

"Truce!" he said.

"Ah, so scared of my mad sklls, that you give up. Good choice. It'll spare you the embarrassment." 

"I would totally accept your challenge, but I've got some work to do. Mockingjay stuff." 

I pouted.

"Hey," he said gently coming to where I stood.

He kissed me so passionately, that my brain was mush afterwards.

Dale laughed and pecked me on the lips, and left me in a dazed state with a pillow in my hands. I hugged the pillow and decided to take a standard Primrose, after school nap on the couch. 

***

I yawned and opened my eyes. Ah, naps. The greatest form of human production in the history of human race. I stretched and looked at my watch. I have been asleep for five hours. So much for a cat nap. It was now 9:30, and there is going to be curfew in fifteen minutes. I sprung up from the couch and started to run out of the door. I really hope I make curfew, because the harpies that are the night patrol people will give me hell if they catch me. 

I rounded the corner, and almost didn't see the shadows on the wall. I thought it was night patrol, so I kept close to the wall. I crouched down, and prepared to make a run for it if I was caught. I only heard muffled words, and a sigh. I figured it wasn't the night patrol, so I kept to my wall, and tried to shuffle by. I then saw two giggling teens coming out of a closet the opposite of the hall. 

I rolled my eyes. That is so cliche. I paused, when I realized they were coming my direction. I blended into the hall. The girl gave him a lingering kiss, and went down the hall past me. The guy sighed. He then came past me. He didn't look directly at me, but I knew who it was. 

It was Dale.

I covered my mouth with my arm and ran down the hallway, on the route to my room with tears beginning to sting my eyes. I pushed through my door and threw myself on my bed, sobbing. Why would he do this? I thought that we were okay? Was I not good enough for him? Did I do something wrong? I buried myself in a nest of blankets and cried into my pillow. 

Just when I thought I was about done, the door opened. 

"Go away Dale. I don't want to talk to your pathetic, cheating, ass at the moment."

"Well, since I'm not Dale, does that mean I get to stay?" Mom said. 

I picked my head off the pillow.]

"Mom?" I croaked.

"I'm here." she settled on the foot of the bed. 

I bursted into tears again. Mom rubbed soothing circles on my back. When I calmed down again, I slumped back into my bed.

"Are you ready to tell me what's wrong? I assume that it's with Dale, because you told him to 'get his pathetic, cheating, ass out of your room?"

I frowned.

"Dale was cheating on me. I don't know for how long, or exactly with whom, but I saw him tonight. I fell asleep in the reef, and I was on the way back to my room, when I saw two people coming out of a closet, share a kiss, and part their ways. I saw Dale turn around, and I ran."

I cried again.

"Oh, honey." Mom said. "Men are horrible creatures that suck out your soul. Sometimes, they aren't worth the effort." 

"Then why are you married to one." I sniffled.

Mom laughed.

"Sometimes, I think that it is easier to like girls." She tucked a piece of har behind my ear.

"I wouldn't trade your Dad for the world. We have our disagreements, but we have something special that I wouldn't trade for the world."

Mom tilted my head up.

"You will find your special someone. It may not be this one, but the important thing is that you pick yourself up, and move on. Eat a little chocolate. Listen to sad songs. Tomorrow, pick yourself back up and show him what he missed out on. It will feel better at one point." Mom said as she handed me a bar of chocolate. 

I smiled.

"You are going to have to talk to him about this. You can't just not be in a relationship anymore."

I sighed.

"Hey, teenage relationships can be the worst. You'll get it." Mom said reassuringly.

She turned off the light and said goodnight, as she went to bed.

I wish that was true, mother. We don't all have our Peeta Mellarks.

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I was mostly listening to the scientist this chapter. It's by Coldplay, but the Glee version is just as great (and makes me cry even more cause ship feels). The link to the glee version will be on the side bar (or the beginning of the chapter on the app). I also listened to the Quarterback songs. I ALSO WATCHED MOCKINGJAY PT 1 AND HOLY CRAP HIJACKED PEETA MADE ME CRY AND FINNICK AND ANNIE AND THE SNOW SKYPE AND DISTRICT 8 AND THE HANGING TREE OMIGODS. 

I really hated writing this chapter, but I was so caught up on it, I wasn't able to incorporate the thing I wanted to, but there should be an estimate of 7 chapters left in the book now and an epilogue. I cant believe that this story is almost over. Thanks for sticking until the end. :)

~Eat_sleep_swim04