Summary: Based on a true story. Not kidding. I actually did this at Chick-Fil-A after youth group one time.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Gloria Chang. Not Chick-Fil-A (though I love their food), not Secret Window, not Hunger Games.
THIS IS NOT A HUNGER GAMES FIC. For crying out loud. It's just Mort imitating a scene from the Hunger Games because he recently saw the movie and saw someone else do this from the internet. Geez.
It had started out as a normal day. Nothing weird happened. I went about my normal routine, and then it was time to go have dinner at Chik-Fil-A with my best friend.
Yeah. This is about where it starts to get weird.
"May I take your order?" The cashier asked.
"Can I have the number seven with no tomato, please?"
"Sure. Your name?"
I grinned. I'd seen someone do this on the internet before.
"All right. That'll be up in a bit. Here's your receipt."
I stepped back. I'm pretty sure I was still grinning like an idiot.
"I'm gonna go find somewhere to sit." Gloria already had her tray.
"Okay. I'll be here waiting for my food."
After about five minutes, my order was ready.
I grinned. My time to shine.
"WAIT!" I yelled on my way to the counter. "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"
The building went silent as everybody stared at me.
"Primrose Everdeen?" The cashier raised an eyebrow at me and handed me my tray.
"Thanks." I tried not to look like someone who had just embarrassed themselves in front of 37 people. Probably shouldn't have volunteered for the 75th annual Hunger Games at Chik-Fil-A, of all places.
"Smooth." Gloria was smirking at me. "Real suave, Mort."
"I know." I sat down.
"Before you know it, everybody who works here will be calling you Katniss."
"Yep." I salted my fries and grinned. "I regret nothing."
"If you say so." Gloria started eating her sandwich. "You're blushing, Rainey."
"I DID just re-enact a scene out of the Hunger Games. Don't tell me you wouldn't be a little red in the face."
"No, not really."
"Considering that I wouldn't have actually done that…" Gloria grinned at me.
"Yeah, yeah." I stuffed a waffle fry into my mouth. "Rub it in my face that you're smarter than I am."
"Well, I am Asian." She laughed.
"That's true." I started laughing with her. "Seriously, how did the stereotype of Asians being so smart come to be?"
"It's probably because of test scores and things like that. Example, I got what was probably one of the highest scores on the SAT back in high school, remember that?"
"Probably didn't help the stereotype, but who cares?" Gloria finished her sandwich and started in on her fries. "Anyways… How long do you think it'll be before people start calling you Katniss?"
"I don't know. They could be talking about it back there." I opened a little container of ketchup. "I'd rather not think about it."
The next person to tell me that this story is in the wrong category is going to get whacked in the head with a shovel.