“Mom?” I ask.
“Yes, honey?”
“I miss Uncle Mantu.”
She hugs me. “Me too, Rosie. Me too.”
Uncle Mantu was my Dad’s brother. He was always so funny and nice and lifted the mood wherever he went. Unlike Uncle Rye who doesn’t want anything to do with our family.
“Where’s Cinna?” I ask her.
“Probably at the bakery with Grandpa Mel and your father.”
“Well, I’m gonna go see him. He seems a little off lately.”
“Alright,” she kisses me on the forehead, “Be safe.” She’s always saying that, as if I’ll ever forget. I go outside and start walking the 5 block trip. It takes me 10 منٹ to get there since I stopped to say hi to my cousin Clarissia. She’s almost 5 years older than me but we are very close. She’s my Mom’s cousin Gale’s & his wife Kaylaen’s daughter. Since my Mom and Gale look similar, for some reason Clary and I look similar, too. We both have dark hair and gray eyes. Also, Clary has a sister and a brother: Libbi and Cassian. However, they take مزید after Kaylaen with ginger hair and hazel eyes.
I enter the bakery like it’s a سیکنڈ home, which it is, to me. I see Grandpa Mel kneading روٹی behind the counter. For a 75 سال old, he’s still really active.
“Ah!” Grandpa Mellark says, “My darling Primrose! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”
“Grandpa Mel, it’s only been a week,” I reply as he hugs me, the smell of flour surrounding me.
“Is that so? Every دن away from آپ feels like a year, Rosie.” I smile.
“Thanks, Grandpa. Anyways, I’m here to see Cinna.”
“Oh, Cinna. He’s in the back.”
“Ok…doing what?”
“Well…um…I don’t really think he wants to be disturbed…”
“Grandpa Mel,” I say sternly, “Bring me to him.”
He sighs, “Alright Primrose. But you’re not going to like it.”
His words surprise me. What is my brother doing that is so bad?
We walk to the back of the bakery and to a room I haven’t noticed before. Grandpa opens the door….and the room’s empty.
“Where did he go?” asks Grandpa to nobody unparticular. “He was just here a moment ago!”
I swear silently and Grandpa swears loudly. We both know where he is. He’s at the Ruins.
“Yes, honey?”
“I miss Uncle Mantu.”
She hugs me. “Me too, Rosie. Me too.”
Uncle Mantu was my Dad’s brother. He was always so funny and nice and lifted the mood wherever he went. Unlike Uncle Rye who doesn’t want anything to do with our family.
“Where’s Cinna?” I ask her.
“Probably at the bakery with Grandpa Mel and your father.”
“Well, I’m gonna go see him. He seems a little off lately.”
“Alright,” she kisses me on the forehead, “Be safe.” She’s always saying that, as if I’ll ever forget. I go outside and start walking the 5 block trip. It takes me 10 منٹ to get there since I stopped to say hi to my cousin Clarissia. She’s almost 5 years older than me but we are very close. She’s my Mom’s cousin Gale’s & his wife Kaylaen’s daughter. Since my Mom and Gale look similar, for some reason Clary and I look similar, too. We both have dark hair and gray eyes. Also, Clary has a sister and a brother: Libbi and Cassian. However, they take مزید after Kaylaen with ginger hair and hazel eyes.
I enter the bakery like it’s a سیکنڈ home, which it is, to me. I see Grandpa Mel kneading روٹی behind the counter. For a 75 سال old, he’s still really active.
“Ah!” Grandpa Mellark says, “My darling Primrose! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”
“Grandpa Mel, it’s only been a week,” I reply as he hugs me, the smell of flour surrounding me.
“Is that so? Every دن away from آپ feels like a year, Rosie.” I smile.
“Thanks, Grandpa. Anyways, I’m here to see Cinna.”
“Oh, Cinna. He’s in the back.”
“Ok…doing what?”
“Well…um…I don’t really think he wants to be disturbed…”
“Grandpa Mel,” I say sternly, “Bring me to him.”
He sighs, “Alright Primrose. But you’re not going to like it.”
His words surprise me. What is my brother doing that is so bad?
We walk to the back of the bakery and to a room I haven’t noticed before. Grandpa opens the door….and the room’s empty.
“Where did he go?” asks Grandpa to nobody unparticular. “He was just here a moment ago!”
I swear silently and Grandpa swears loudly. We both know where he is. He’s at the Ruins.
This is written completely سے طرف کی me so don't آپ dare steal it! If آپ do use it, remember to credit me, یا else! This was inspired سے طرف کی THG & My friend Nadia (Nahh-Deee-Aaahh)
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause آپ never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week پہلے
but آپ never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of آپ im blind in the eye
I must admit آپ didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
آپ see, i was quite hungry
and آپ didnt give me
That pie when i told آپ i needed it
But now آپ can see what آپ have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause آپ never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week پہلے
but آپ never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of آپ im blind in the eye
I must admit آپ didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
آپ see, i was quite hungry
and آپ didnt give me
That pie when i told آپ i needed it
But now آپ can see what آپ have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
(Credit to xitsdanielle on tumblr)
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
آپ better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.