Author has written 14 stories for Hunger Games.
My name is Jenn and I am 20 years old. My beta is Alys who is the best human in the entire world.
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"Are you good at anything?”
She tilts her head to look at me and I instantly retract my gaze. I do what she had done, staring out the window and watching the trees zip by. Just a few more hours until we’re in the big city with its blinding lights and desperate citizens. I stiffen at the thought.
“The piano,” she answers. My eyes flicker up to her and I see her lips curling upward. My frown deepens. “It was a joke,” she eventually adds.
“It wasn’t funny.”
“Apparently not,” she hums. Madge returns to staring out the window.
“Undersee,” Gale places his hand on her shoulder and pulls her toward him before she gets too far. The sound of her voice has sent him into a panic. “What do you mean something happened?” She quickly runs her hands over her eyes and shakes her head again. “Madge.”
“I went to the doctor,” she whispers. He has to strain to hear her voice and yet at the same time it feels as though she’s yelling. Her words hit him harder than a train. He stumbles backwards, shaking his head. But she nods. And her eyes are filled with tears. And she looks so small. “I don’t… I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to do and—” her chin quivers.
Gale drops his gaze to her stomach.