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The distant sound of the town bell chimes, letting me know that it is noon. The spring sun shines down on me, burning my golden hair, making me squint against the power of the rays. I should go back home to my motherI've been out hunting all morning and she'll be bitter if I don't return with my kills soonbut I tell myself it's okay to wait five more minutes. She'llthe Wicked Witch, for lack of better termssurvive.
My best friend Gale is in the same dilemma as me, only his mother isn't a hag like mine. He lounges with me under the sparse tree, it's leaves just beginning to show themselves to the glory of the afternoon. I know that he's rolling his eyes at me, though I can't see anything but his dark hair. He always rolls his eyes at me when I wait at the apple tree just beyond her backyard.
"You know you're whipped, don't you?" he says, glancing over his shoulder, tense. Gale is always tense when I drag him into town; he hates it here. I can't say that I bl
Bow Boy and Bread Girl - 2Two: KatnissBow Boy and Bread Girl - 2 in Short Stories
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As soon as the door is shut behind me, I rush to the window and peek through the filmy material of the curtains. He is still standing there, staring at my backdoor as if it holds all the answers to the Capitol's secrets. I can feel how my heart pounds in my chest and how the heat burns in my cheeks and it's all I can do to stop myself from smiling.
After a few moments, he turns away and walks quickly down the dusty lane toward the Seam. I let my eyes follow him until he's gone from my sight and then I'm left staring into the distance. Prim clears her throat from behind me and I turn around sharply, hoping my cheeks aren't red anymore.
"It was a nice walk today, wasn't it?" she says archly, giving me a knowing look that makes her seem older than she is. "For some reason, the sun just seemed to shine brighter, don't you think?"
I march to her and brush her hair away from her face before poking her nose. "You be quiet, silly girl," I say playfully, "or I shall leave the task