Just a Couple of Footlongs [Gilly/Vesper]
Jan 30, 2018 14:11:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2018 14:11:00 GMT -5
Gillian Imberline
After rubbing away the ketchup on your cheek the back of your hand, you set about leafing through your journal. Slowly, you turned pages over that held flattened wildflowers and scribbled notes in curly cursive. Names dotted corners—Amelina (a skull drawn next to it), C’rizz (circled with a heart), Dymas (you had written ‘mrs.’ next to it, but scribbled that out)—these were your accumulation of notes about each of the tributes. Not that you’d gone out of your way to meet so many. They were bigger kids, and didn’t seem to have much time for a fumbling child such as yourself.
Not that you were the only little one headed toward this arena. The red head—Vesper? She was just as young as you, but she’d gone and volunteered herself for this madness. You knew that automatically made her cooler than you, to be brave enough to face death (C’rizz must have been proud). What did she think about you? Not that it mattered, you were from different districts, different walks of life, born to different circumstances. But you liked the idea or her knowing who you were. And so you pondered, chewing away at your hot dogs and tater tots, until—
“Hey!” You say, mouth full, spotting the red head in the distance. “Hey—Vesper, hey!” You’re so concerned calling her, you hadn’t thought about what would come next.
“Um. You want to come and sit with me?!”
Smooth.
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