Primrose Mellark

Authors Note:
I'm Bri, and I am a huge fan of books. I'm in too many fandoms to list, but The Hunger Games is one of them :)

Read on ONLY if you have read Mockingjay. This WILL contain spoilers.

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Hope you enjoy :D

Chapter 1

I see him twist the key to his locker in the lock, and the door pops open. He starts rummaging through the contents. Now's my usual chance. I sneak up behind him and put my hands over his eyes.
"Gueeeess whoooo." I say.
"Uuuum... Is it Prime? Primmedy? Primette? Ugh, I can't remember...." Finnick says sarcastically.
I giggle behind him, and take my hands off his face.

He has something new to say to me everyday, whenever I do that.
He turns and smiles his charming smile.
"You're Primrose Mellark, my best friend of all time." He says proudly.
"The one and only!" I grin, wrapping my arms around his torso for a friendly hug.
"Mum said you and Aunty Annie are coming over for dinner tonight." I say.
Annie, Finnick's Mum, has been my mum's best friend since before I was born. Both of my parents are very weird about that period of time, but I try not to push them about it, unlike my brother, Christopher, who won't shut his mouth about it.

"Yeah, apparently they have something to talk to us about." He shrugs, but he has that glint of mischevious curiosity in his eye. I punch him lightly on the arm.
"Cya tonight, then." I say, already starting to melt in to the crowd of departing teenagers.
"Hey, Prim?" He calls. "Remember to finish the drawing, so I can see it."
I nod and give him the thumbs up.
He's talking about the pieces of art that I so love doing. My most recent incomplete one is a drawing of a dream that I had. It's of my mum and dad, holding berries in their hands and looking into eachother's eyes. They look about my age. I'm still working out the berries, though. Each time I recall the dream, they change from Blueberries to all sorts of other berries. It keeps slipping.

I push through the crowd, toward the grade nine lockers. I see Christopher's blond curly hair before I see the rest of him.
"Chris!" I call out.
"Give me a sec." He calls back.
He's talking to a girl that I don't recognise. I smile into my hand as he gives her a slip of paper with numbers on it. I step forward slyly and peak at the paper before the redheaded girl tucks it away into her pocket. It was definitely our phone number.
As we walk out of the school, I turn to my little brother.
"So, what's her name?" I say in a teasing tone.
"Oh, shut up!" He says with a grin that is so like our father's.