Mom comes in the room, awes at Brynna for a few seconds, then walks to me. Dad follows her, wielding a wheelchair.
"No." I say immediately. Dad scowls.
"Would you like to spend the next month in your bed?"
"I guess not." I mutter, and he smiles again, picking up my tiny body and placing me in the chair. It's comfortable, or at least as comfortable as it can be. I'd still rather walk. I moan to myself and roll my eyes. Aunt Midnight laughs, and starts cleaning up the blood soaked bandages on the table I was laying on.
It's almost dinner, and I know I'm going to be the laughing stock of the table.
"You looked very nice in your dress, Queenie." I say as Dad rolls me to the edge of the table, trying to take back a little dignity. She scowls at me, and everyone laughs, except for the girl at the other end of the table, Tori. Nothing is going to be that same now.
"You know, even if I'm the this stupid chair I can still fight. I could beat you-"
"Kennedy!" Mom remarks and addresses Tori.
"She's upset she cant train. But I still wouldn't want to get on her bad side." Mom says carelessly.
"I can talk, people." I counter, annoyed with the world at the moment.
"I'll try not to." Tori says, looking at me with a look of disgust. I know what she's thinking, how could a girl that young beat anyone up?
"Can I just get one thing across that you probably didn't know? I just came out of the games, and have trained my entire life. I am perfectly capable of killing you, right now in fact. You can choose the weapon if you like."
"Fair enough. We'll just have to see." Her cocky smile is starting to eat me alive. I clench my teeth. And ignoring everyone else's words to calm down, I pick up the butter knife on the plate and throw it at Tori. Of course, not hitting her, but enough that it goes right in front of her face and lodges in the wall past her. She looks amused, like I've got her attention.
"Are we clear?" I say raising an eyebrow. She just nods and goes on eating. Mom is way beyond angry, and pushes her chair back from the table harshly. The she stomps out. I feel bad for her, and her only.