HAHA! The last chapter wasn't really the end! The end was all fake!
This is the real chapter four! =D
Hehe . . .
The story will continue! =)
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Chapter Four (The Real One!)
Chapter Four
"Night, honey," my mom called from my doorway.
"NIght, Gemma!" My dad appeared in the doorway.
"You know, I'm fifteen, sixteen tomorrow," I said, rolling my eyes. "That means that I don't need to guys practically tucking me in for bed."
"I know, but you're just so cute to be sixteen!" My mom came over and pinched my cheeks.
I wriggled away. "I know I am." I winked.
My parents laughed. They said their goonights one last time, and went into their bedroom. We were one of the luckier ones in town since we had our own bedrooms, a small bathroom, and a small kitchen.
I smiled and went to sleep. I dreamed of living in a bigger house, with enough money and food to make life at least a little easier. I also dreamed of a cake, a huge one, with delicious frosting.
"Gemma! Gemma!" My eyes flew open. I looked at the old, beatup clock. I could barely make out the numbers, so I could barely tell that it was seven in the morning: A perfect time for breakfast.
"Mom?" I called, fanning myself. It got really hot since I had fallen asleep.
"Gemma!" I heard my dad yell, sounding scared.
I walked carefully over to my closed door, wondering what in the world was going on. I opened it and screamed. All I could see was flames; I couldn't even recongize my own hallway anymore.
"Gemma!" My mother's voice sounded desparate.
"Mom!" I yelled, coughing. The smoke was really starting to get to me.
"Gemma! We're in the kitchen!"
"I'm coming!"
"No, just find a way to get out!"
"No! I'm not going without you!"
"Just go!"
The flames flickered and got even bigger. I dropped onto my hands and knees, feeling my way along the floor. I headed to the small kitchen, which thankfully wasn't that far away. I didn't care if I died, I just wanted to be with my parents. I dodged the flames somehow and made it to the kitchen without any burns. I couldn't even remember how I got there. Everything was a blur.
The kitchen was a little foggy with smoke, but it wasn't covered in fire. I spotted my parents sitting and coughing. Their skin was all gray.
I crawled over to them. "We have to get out, now!"
My dad coughed. "But where?"
"This is the only safe place for now," my mother added. "And I thought we told you to save yourself?"
"I wanted to be with you guys," I said simply.
"It will be okay," my mom said, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear.
My dad reached over and kissed my forehead. "It will be all over soon?"
"I know. . . But how are you guys so calm?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Spinoff from the Hunger Games
AventuraWhat would've happened if Katniss and Peeta had never gotten picked for the 74th Hunger Games? In this story, it all changes. (I'm not going to continue this story at all, but I don't have the heart to delete it!)