A New Spark (A Hunger Games fanfic)


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3. Chapter 2: Hillton

Chapter 2

Hillton

I look all around me, taking in all the colors of the woods; all its beauty. Thinking of beauty makes me think of Lark. She's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. She's been there for me through thick and thin. I know all her secrets and she knows all of mine. After her sister died, her parents weren't around. Mr. Hawthorn all ready worked in the coal mines Monday till Saterday. On Sundays he was always out running errands for other people and Mrs. Hawthorn was always working at other people's houses when hers was clean. Lark had to learn how to cook, and I was her tester. The things I would do for that girl.

Where is she, I thought, she's normally already here, even on Reaping day. Just then I hear a twig snap. I go to see who it is. It's Lark. I purposefully step on a twig. She quickly turns around as she loads her bow. I put my hands up. "Hay Birdie, what took you so long?" I ask with a smirk. I haven't called her that since we were kids. She hates it when I call her Birdie. She slowly puts down the weapon. "Hi, Hilly," she says smirking right back. I haven't heard that one I awhile.

"Fair play." She laughs at that.

Her laugh is the most magical sound I've ever heard. She has ice-blue eyes. Looking into her eyes reminds me of looking into the lake when it's freezing over, beautiful but you can't see what's underneath. Her eyes set her apart from most people here in the Seam. Makes you wonder where they came from. Other than her eyes, Lark looks like most of the other girls here, dark black hair and olive skin. Birdie could take most of the boys in District 12 if they made her mad enough.

"Hilly" Lark ask, braking me out of my thoughts. "What are you staring at," she's onto me, crap. "That flower behind you," I reply, trying to keep my cool.

"Mmhm, right." There's that smirk again.

She turns around and starts walking toward the lake we found a couple of years back. We walk in comfortable silence. I can hear birds chirping in the distance. When we're a mile from the lake, she starts loudly humming The Valley Song. Soon mockingjays pick up the tune. She smiles and stops. After the mockingjays die down, and the normal chirping starts up again, Lark starts to sing. The mockingjays stop to listen.

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember, you said 'Don't leave me alone'

But all that's dead and gone and past, tonight

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be all right; no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window; darlin' everything's on fire

"The war outside our door keeps raging on

Curled up to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone, gone

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be all right; no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Oooh , oooh, oh, oh

Oooh, oooh, oh, oh

Just close your eyes, you'll be all right

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh

Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh

Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh."

When Lark would sing, all the birds around would stop and listen. When she first told me her name, I thought it was dumb. Why would you name your daughter after such a boring bird? But I can't say much ether. My mother named me hill and just added ton. At that time I had never heard Lark or the bird sing. I was so wrong. They named her perfectly.

At some point Lark started walking, and I had to run to catch up with her. "Haven't heard that song in a while," I say shoving my hands in my pocket. "Me nether. I'm surprised I still know the words," Lark was smiling as she said this.

"I'm not." She look over at me, shock all over her face.

"You're not? I would be."

"Yes, but I'm not you. And I know you to well. You have a great memory.'

"I do not. I can't even remember my own grandmother's birth-day."

"That's because Hazel hasn't told anyone. Oh, and its September the 28th."

"How do you know then?"

"I have my connections."

"Yeah, right. The only connections you have are Delly.

"I have more connections than just my mother."

Lark stops to say something, but then realizes that we're at the lake. "We have more important thing to discus that your connections," Lark says in a serious tone. I laugh at the look on her face. "And what would that be," I'm finally able to say. Lark walks over to a boulder and sits down.

"I had a dream last night. The same one as the rest, but it went farther this time." She had a blank look on her face.

"Dream, not good."

Lark only has dreams if they mean something. For a month before Ember died, she would wake up screaming from nightmares. I only knew because I had to calm her down. They got so bad that I had to sleep beside her every night up until Ember was killed.

A/N: The song Lark sang is Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift

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