Can I come in?[Bray]

Nala

A thunderstorm rages around Nala as she hurries across the district towards the general store, coins jingling in her pocket as she jogged. She had been sent to get a few things for her home, the list also in her pocket. Her blonde hair was soaked to the very tips and plastered to her face as she hurried into the store. A bell chimed as she pushed open the door and she shed her sweater. She hung it up on the coat rack the shop keeper had set up for this exact reason and she pulled the list out of her pocket. Beads, wool, pencils, and fabric She looked around the store, searching the shelves for what she needed and found some of the things. She picked out some colorful beads as well as some yarn. The yarn was for her knitting project while the pencils and fabric were for drawing and patching clothes. She'd become kind of like the mother in the pride, it made her happy to know that she was important.

She paid for her items and put her sweater back on. She didn't really want to go back into the rain but she supposed she had no choice. She pushed open the door into the rain before a voice caught her attention. "Would you like an umbrella Nala?" the shopkeeper knew her by name as she was in almost every second day. She turned and saw that the shop keeper held an umbrella in his hands. She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Miller" she said, taking the umbrella. She felt extremely grateful. "I don't have any more money though" she said. He smiled. "Don't worry about it, my dear, I'd hate for you to catch a cold in this weather" he said. She felt extremely grateful. She pushed through the door and opened the umbrella. The sound of the rain bouncing on the top made her smile. At least it wasn't raining on her.

As she headed back home, she started thinking about a friend of hers, Fawn. She was a part of one of the biggest families in District nine. She had known about Fawn and Jabber before the rest of Panem had and she'd supported Fawn. She felt bad for her, having to watch Jabber die in the arena but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize someone was right in front of her until she walked into them. She looked up and saw that it was a friend of hers. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention" she said, a blush coloring her cheeks in embaressment.