sweet sixteen! [dares club & garner family]
Jan 2, 2022 8:57:57 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jan 2, 2022 8:57:57 GMT -5
Sixteen seems a little old. Maybe not old enough toooo, not be eligible for certain death by being reaped (not that it applies to me anymore). Though there is literally a quell twist games coming up. A little fucked up but at least its better than them reaping my sisters, now that they are both eligible. Little Nessa for the next six years, six years of living in anxiety hell. It is going to be great. Just as great as the surprise party that my family and friends are setting up.
I should not have spoiled it for myself, but my throat was drier than President Snow’s ashes last night and I really just needed a drink of water. The banners were up all around the house. I tried not to look but I did. Even saw the pile of presents stacked up by the couch and the food platters with tinfoil over them. Another party. Another celebration. Just a few weeks after watching Aurora’s parents bury her body in the ground. Yeah, fucking hell Flynn, I need to suck it up. Live by the wise words of Avriel Baptiste and stop with this moping about shit. Aurora would have wanted me to celebrate.
I head downstairs in the morning, practicing my surprised look with every step. Looking across at the mirror that is on the floor below. Everything is still and quiet in the house. Not a single peep from anyone, they are really experts at this. The kitchen door is shut tight, the lights are on.
The door swings open and…”Surprise!” Oh, it is just my mum in her night gown with a coffee in hand. ”Where is everyone?”
”They are coming at lunch time Flynn, like we planned.”
”Planned?”
Oh, shit yeah, this wasn’t a surprise party at all. My mind has been elsewhere… ”I guess, I’ll wait for the first of them to come.” I say, picking out a few slices of bread to stick into the toaster. Surprise parties? I am not a kid anymore after all.
I should not have spoiled it for myself, but my throat was drier than President Snow’s ashes last night and I really just needed a drink of water. The banners were up all around the house. I tried not to look but I did. Even saw the pile of presents stacked up by the couch and the food platters with tinfoil over them. Another party. Another celebration. Just a few weeks after watching Aurora’s parents bury her body in the ground. Yeah, fucking hell Flynn, I need to suck it up. Live by the wise words of Avriel Baptiste and stop with this moping about shit. Aurora would have wanted me to celebrate.
I head downstairs in the morning, practicing my surprised look with every step. Looking across at the mirror that is on the floor below. Everything is still and quiet in the house. Not a single peep from anyone, they are really experts at this. The kitchen door is shut tight, the lights are on.
The door swings open and…”Surprise!” Oh, it is just my mum in her night gown with a coffee in hand. ”Where is everyone?”
”They are coming at lunch time Flynn, like we planned.”
”Planned?”
Oh, shit yeah, this wasn’t a surprise party at all. My mind has been elsewhere… ”I guess, I’ll wait for the first of them to come.” I say, picking out a few slices of bread to stick into the toaster. Surprise parties? I am not a kid anymore after all.
Celestials.