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'My Little Canary' Chapter 2Two years later
Wiress crouched in the vent, shivering in her thin jacket and trousers. There were just four of them left: her, the boy and girl from One and the boy from Four. They were hunting her.
The Games had started off well. The Arena was practically built for Wiress; it was a labyrinth of clean, crisp corridors and secret rooms with no outside space or light. It reminded Wiress of home. Home, and Beetee. She kept on expecting him to round the corner, tell her she had been wandering again and carry her back to safety. But he didn't.
She had been very lucky, she supposed. After the Bloodbath, Wiress had been the smallest tribute left alive and was the only one who could crawl to safety in the vents above the corridors. During training, she'd kept her head down and not drawn any attention to herself which had helped her out in the first few days as no one had bothered to kill her in the Bloodbath, or track her down afterwards. Being the youngest tribute also had its advantages, ac
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 6Seven months later, I came home from school only to find the door to my new home, that I shared with Viola and my brother-in-law, Sable locked. Surprised, I tried to open it again, then a third time. By the time our neighbour, old Mrs Blackstone, stumbled out of her house, I was practically breaking the door down.
'No one will answer it,' she snapped at me. 'So stop it now, you're waking my cats up.' I stopped, if only for the sake of the cats. I had been on the receiving end of their claws more than once, and let me tell you, the result was not pretty.
'Where's my sister?' I asked her.
Mrs Blackstone sniffed distastefully. 'Hospital. Her husband took her there this morning, just after you left. Told me to tell you that the baby's coming.' She shook her head. 'Totally unnecessary, if you ask me. In my day, woman gave birth at home, in private. None of this medical nonsense. The Capitol's corrupting us all, mark my words '
Rolling my eyes, I turned away from Mrs Blackstone and spri
'My Little Canary' Chapter 1And it can stand up to 2,0000 mega-volts of power!' The District 3 primary school teacher leading the expedition to the tech factory waved her hand to the generator proudly, as if she'd designed it herself. Then she turned back to the fifty odd wide eyed six year-olds in her charge. 'Now, let's go see your parents make some gadgets!'
Most of the children made excited noises and raced each other back up to the exit, the teacher yelling at them to be careful. Only one little boy, with sticky-uppy black hair and wide-rimmed glasses, stayed behind. Beetee wanted to have a closer look at the generator and anyway, unlike all of the other kids, he couldn't go see his parents make gadgets for the Capitol. Beetee's parents had died two years ago in an explosion in the factory and now he lived in the orphanage along with all the other orphans of that explosion and previous ones.
Fumbling into his pocket for his father's screwdriver, Beetee made his way back down the slope and closer to the gener
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 5Clove
From then on, we were a team. A unit, I should say. CatoandClove, CloveandCato. We dominated the training centre, we stuck together at school. I had a friend for the first time in my life and it felt amazing. For a while, I was scared to get too close to him seeing as everything else I've ever got close to had always been taken away from me. But after time had passed, I began to let my guard down a bit more, laughing at his jokes (even the bad ones) and even making some of my own. Going to the centre after school with him became the one thing that kept me going, especially when things got bad at home. Which they did of course.
The day I understood how much I needed Cato was the day my father died. It was a Saturday evening when I was eleven and I was in my room reading a book and occasionally flicking a knife onto the door. Just to keep in practice. My father was downstairs, no doubt downing the bottle of gin Laurel had brought the day before. My sisters were all either out, or r
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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