▫️Willow ▫️
Caesar smiles mischievously. "Her time is not up yet, Mark. That means we'll probably get a nice response from her."
"I-I don't know...I'm pretty sure she doesn't...you know, return the feeling." Mark stutters, convinced I view him just as a friend.
But I don't. I know I don't.
Soon, his time ends, and the tribute from 2, then 3 goes up.
District Four. The muscular boy who got into the fight. The one who got a bloody nose. I learned his name is Dylan Odair.
▫️Katniss ▫️
"Dylan Odair! Looking as handsome as ever!" Caesar says as I nearly faint at the name.
Dylan. It means 'son of wave' and 'born near the sea'.
I feel Peeta trying to calm me, but he's shaking as hard as I am. Annie and Finnick's child, reaped for The Hunger Games? Nothing makes sense anymore. I feel myself black-out...
▫️Willow ▫️
It's my turn.
I stride to the middle of the stage in my smokey leather high heels, shook hands with Caesar Flickerman and sat all lady-like on the plush red couch.
"I think everyone wants to know...what your thoughts are about Mark's confession. Am I right?" He turns to the crowd, and I turn too, and I see that it has gone wild. "So...?"
"Oh...I...well, let me sort things out here for everyone. I met Mark on day one of training, and we talked while I taught him to start a fire." All thoughts of my approach had gone down the drain. "And from then onwards, we...helped each other in everything." I finish.
"And do you return his feelings for you?" He asks inquisitively.
"Yes. Since the first day." I confirmed, looking at the ground, blushing as red as a beetroot.
"Well, alright. Let's move on. Don't want to get you too red, huh!" He says teasingly. "Now, you got a 12 in your private training session with the Game Makers. Can you tell us more about that?"
I shrug my shoulders. "Guess the Game Makers like my performance, right?" I say, addressing them.
One of them chuckle, and puts his index to his lips.
"Oh...I get it!" I say, laughing. "Sorry, Caesar, top secret here!"
"Awe...well, best wishes to you in the arena. Good luck!" He says excitedly as my timer went out, but I detect that he is a little distracted, for whatever reason I don't know or care.
I got up from the couch, and made my way back to Thyme as fast as I could without actually running.
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The Future Mockingjay🕊️
FanfictionKatniss Everdeen, Mockingjay, thought that everything was finally safe and sound. But The Hunger Games begins again and Willow, 13 this year, and her brother, Thyme, 15, would have a chance of being reaped. What would Katniss and Peeta do? Read to f...
