The Future Mockingjay🕊️

Chapter Seven

▫️ Willow ▫️

"You look like you're being burned alive" Thyme remarked, smirking. I scowled.

"It's pretty!" I objected, scowl still on my face as I climbed into the coal black chariot after Thyme.

"I don't-" he started, then caught himself. I followed his gaze to another chariot, amazingly shiny with jewels or diamonds fixed on the side of it. A girl was staring at him.

"Concentrate, Perla! We have to win sponsors!" Her partner, a boy around 15, growled, his voice barely audible. I glanced back towards the girl.

Long, flowing blonde hair with an extremely shiny headband on her head, she was dressed in a dress that didn't exactly suit her. A heavy-looking diamond dress. It weighed her down, and she looked uncomfortable with it. I noticed her eyes for the first time. The colour of honey. But the colour looked like it's been seeped right out, no lights danced in it. I hope Thyme is not in love with her, because that is ridiculous, and dangerous.

Head high, my mommy always said that to me. I imagined her telling it to me again, and took Thyme's hand just as the huge doors opened, releasing us into the streets where crowds of Capitol people stood shouting.

Head high.

Head high.

The District 1 chariot, with the girl in it who Thyme was staring at pull up first, then District 2. Soon, us.

I smiled and waved at the crowd as we pull up. I saw with the corner of my eye that Thyme was doing the same thing. Only he was holding a rose in his hands.

We end up what my mom called City Circle.

After welcoming us, and playing the official anthem, we will be escorted into the Training Centre, where we train, I suppose.

Right after we step off the chariot, Alex and Thyme's stylist, who is also Alex's cousin, Heather pull us into a big hug altogether.

And off to the Training Centre we go.