Hide and Seek

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Adventure is worthwhile in itself.

I notice the first rays of sun streaming through the window. Getting no sleep at all had only one pro; that there were no nightmares to haunt my dreams. I'd have to be in the town square around one in the afternoon today. I'm so scared out of my wits at the moment. If I was actually called into the arena, I'd have an emotional break down. No matter how much training James would give me, I'd never feel ready. I suppose I just trained with him because I knew there was no arguement otherwise. Or it was to humor myself, I don't really know.

I hop out of bed and take a shower. My mother is still in bed, but James has clearly put a note on my door, telling me I have the day off training. I just decide to wait in bed patiently as time passes for a little while. I keep playing out senarios in my head when the quote comes back to me, to not worry so much because theres simply no good coming out of it.

I decide to go to the docks finally, much too among bad thoughts to just sit still. The moment I step outside and pull a hat to shield my face from the sun, I can see that there aren't many people out today. Of course, in the Victors Village there would be people sleeping in and relaxing til they had to go. Usually though, there were people milling around and taking walks. 

There is no one at the docks today, besides Sloppy Joe. He was the man who taught me how to fish. Sloppy Joe owns a fish stand that has always been in good business. Usually, you learn that at school when you turn eight, but I learned when I was five.

Father had left me for a few hours in his care as he went sailing with mother. When Joe took out his pole and set his cast, I watched in admiration. He told me my piercing blueish eyes where skeeving him out. I told him I wanted to learn how to catch fish too. He was also the man who taught me how to skewer fish with tridents. The first time I threw, I hit a carp. The trident and me just clicked.

I decide to grab some rope and make some nets. Recently there have been much more aggresive and bigger fish out on big catchings, so there have to be better and stronger nets. I weave with my hands. Im used to it because usually, children first learn how to tie knots and weave nets at a young age. The only reason why I got to skip a few grades was because I had gotten all those things very quickly.

I lose myself in making nets because if you slip your finger on the wrong side, the entire net becomes a tangled mess. I'm completely concentrating on my net, I dont even realize its past noon now, and I should be getting back home. I hand Sloppy Joe my net.

Gruffly he says, "Good luck today." The look on his face is unreadable.

"Thank you!" I call and run home.

When I'm home I immidiately run upstairs, ignoring James' accusations on how late I am. I shower and work the tangles out of my blonde hair. Then I towel dry my hair carelessly. Its still wet as I slip on my undergarments and an old white dress that the Capitol designers had left here.

Sometimes news people from the Capitol like to drop in and know how our lives are doing. They did a huge thing for when Finnick died. He was well liked among the Capitol audience, and I watched what the video makers had done on the television. There were pictures of my father younger but just as strong in the arena, in the interviews, with my mother, and finally with me and James. They even had a few shots of me crying my eyes out even though I asked if they didn't. That was before I learned to control my emotions. Now I can close my emotions off. I can make myself cry or look surprised to joyful.