Chapter 3
Once I got back home I cornered my mom into her bedroom. “My great-great grandmother is Katniss Everdeen! How could you not tell me! There was a story about a woman who found her grandmother’s diary—“. She stopped me.
“And the woman read that her grandmother had been beaten for the pin? That was me. Nobody knows my real name. I had it so long it got dangerous. I fled to a new location, changed my name, got married, and had you. Now do you think I should have immediately told you about my past?”
I shriveled up. That could be me someday. I had to ask questions. ”Does Dad know? Did you ever get beaten up? What is your real name?” She froze at my last question. She spoke softly and answered.
“Dad knows. I have been attacked. After that I went on a plane and changed my name. My real name is Katniss. I was named after my great grandmother.” I hugged her. I felt so bad that she had to run away.
“The woman above you on the family tree, I recognized her name, but I can’t remember her. Who is she?”
“My mom. She passed away before you were born. I ran away from my hometown, which is where my Dad is. He sends pictoletters every once and a while. I know he misses me but I couldn’t stay there.”
I giggled. “What is a pictoletter?” I laughed more and more.
“Oh right,” she smiled, “You people have those smart devices. When I was young, we typed up letters, put them in an envelope, and then put them in this little cart. Then a man would come by, fly up very high, and shoot them to their destination. It’s incredible. Now people have their own shooters, but you also have textletters, which are transmitted through radio signals.” I laughed once more then became very serious.
“You have to prepare me for holding onto this pin.” I prompted her
She sighed. “I know, but my mother didn’t prepare me, and I’m OK.”
I was confused. “You’re not OK! You moved away from your family, changed your name, have read some horrible things, have been attacked, and you think you’re OK?!” She frowned.
“I know, not everything is OK, but at least I have you and Dad.” I smiled.
“Help me keep this pin safe.”
She started to whisper when we heard a knock at the door. We both jogged over and opened the door. It was a package for my mom. She read who it was from.
“Reed Noting, who is that?”
There was a small beep coming from the box. In a flash, there was an explosion.
