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Me and Arachne walk toward the exit of the school as i see her enter the black limo and leaves me by myself, i sigh as i turn to my right to find a presence

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Me and Arachne walk toward the exit of the school as i see her enter the black limo and leaves me by myself, i sigh as i turn to my right to find a presence

coriolanus snow.

"oh, hello! did you need something?" i ask politely

"well..i have a proposal for you—more like a business idea just not really business" he says calmly

"what is it?" i reply

"well, tomorrow the tributes will be arriving at the station at 12pm sharp and i will be there to welcome my tribute..do you care to join?" he asks

I think..well it wouldn't hurt right? to get a bit of a head start—to get to know treech better..i nod my head

"sure..i'll meet you at the train station at 11:50?" i respond as he nods and we go our separate ways

I end up walking home as i never really liked staying in my house..it was always just lonely though even when i was outside it felt like it was home and well my parents are not the best support i guess..

My mother is nice but when she's with my father they both always decide to berate me with insults to make me feel bad about myself though i have an older brother—he makes life a bit better i guess..

*Time Skip*

My hand touches the door knob and before i even open the door fully i hear my dear fathers voice shouting

"AURELIA VELLA, GET INTO THE LIVING ROOM NOW." he shouts as i take a deep breath and sit down on the sofa infront of my parents

"goodness have you been eating too many cookies? you look chubby today." my mother comments as i purse my lips not wanting to reply

"Anyways. how on earth did you end up with some boy from seven! not even one or two but seven? come on now Aurelia i thought you were better than this!" my father shouts in my face

"casca highbottom picked our tributes—and he's from seven her probably good with an axe..i promise he'll win and i'll get you both the prize." i defend myself as my mother stares at me in disgust

"fine—" my mother sighs as she starts to continue her speech

"He better win or you're on the first train to your aunt, in 7." My mother finishes

"go upstairs now." my father says as i comply walking up the stairs

I change into some pyjamas after i shower and get ready for bed—I set my alarm for 10:30 so i can get to the train station as fast as possible..though i can't let my parents know; think they would skin me alive if the found out i was 'fraternising' with a district.

*TIME SKIP TO NEXT MORNING*

The buzzing of my alarm wakes me up as i quickly turn it off before my parents get woken up as well

-TREECH- 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞Where stories live. Discover now