Where'd little Zinnia get all this punching and kicking stuff from...surely not from Mom and Dad...Mom yells and throws stuff, Dad calms her down, and only when there's something to be stressed out about! Is she emulating Dash?
And what's going on with Dash? He sounds like his attention span is fouled up. Did he sniff mercury as a baby? Have ADHD? Or maybe Aspergers' Syndrome.
The whole keeping-history-a-secret thing rings true. I knew a lady who served in the Marines during the Gulf War...her father flew a B-17 in WW II, and never set foot on an airplane again, after he flew his 25 missions and was relieved of duty. He just didn't want his memories to go back there, to watching his buddies get killed and being helpless to do anything for them. Her dad was a smart fellow, well spoken, but...he just didn't want to remember it or talk about it. If it came up, he'd change the subject.
All in all...very mysterious!
I'd love to know what else you've got in mind for this story, so please write it, K?
Thank you!!I'm taking that as a compliment.....
. I'll make this chapter more un-mysterious, tho.Chapter Two
I wake up silently, and I can hear the peacefulness of morning. I like it when it's like this.
I rush downstairs and try to stuff breakfast in my mouth. I hurry out the door and to the woods. I've been intimidating Dash by punching him (something I learned when I was a baby, and to this day wasn't aware of until Mom saved me from embracing insanity) so I'm going to be intimidating myself. I hope you can intimidate yourself. Am I going crazy??????
I shake my head and crawl under the chain link. I take a short walk to the concrete house Mom told me about and I try to organize myself. I take out all of the contents of the Zinnia bag and take a few sips of water. Sip, sip, SLURP.
I turn around to see Dash raising his eyebrows and smirking. Uh-oh. I can't face him. So I quickly stuff everything in the bag and jump out one of the windows (okay, now I KNOW I am insane.) . I race up a tree and try to stay calm. This is like the Hunger Games. Katniss makes sure that I have a bunch of junk in here, so I get a rope and fasten it to my tummy, while I use the other end and tie it onto the trunk. I brace myself for death, because I'm sure Dash knows what Katniss said, but Dash has disappeared. Still, I fall and I am jerked to a stop at about 6 feet above the ground (kids, don't try this at home). Quickly, I sling the Zinnia bag over my shoulder, and flee until I realize I am in place. Smacking my forehead, I get back up the tree, unfasten the rope, shove it into the bag, and jump to the ground, where the world blackens.
"Will she be okay?"
"I think so. She looks fine."
"I heard her heart stop for a second!"
"That's only a second."
"Oh, no, I hope Zinnia hasn't lost her mind."
I have lost my mind, in a way. Abruptly, I open my eyes, sit up, scream really loudly because of the pain, and black out again.
The next time, it's Dad who wakes me up.
"Hi, Zinnia." He says gently, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
"it hurts so badly." I whimper as I hold his hand.
"I know," he says, closing his eyes.
"Peeta, how'd you know you had a crush on Katniss?" I love this story so much I have forced it out of him many times.
He just shakes his head, omits a soft laughs, clears his throat, and tells the story.