I shake my head, fighting the urge to cry again. I can’t afford to break down tonight.
I just can’t.
I read over my sister’s words again, hoping against hope that this is some kind of mistake.
Prim: ¿Katniss qué es esto?
Prim: Someone just texted me this video link of you and Gale backstage at the Latin Grammys tonight.
Prim: What is happening to you guys?
Prim: ¿Qué mierda le pasa a él?
Prim: ¿Ustedes dos están rompiendo?
Prim: Is it really over? Do you need Kleenex or someone to help bury the body?
Prim: Are you alright?
Prim: K???? Text ME! OR I swear I’ll jump on the next flight, so help me!
stjohn27 replied to your post “Rough Page Counts by Story”
I spent most of the day reading "The Chosen One" (loved!*!*!*!*!), "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" (that Poppy made her way into my heart!*!*!* and if you wrote more, I would love to read it) AND I just finished "The Wedding of the Year" ( That Mrs. Mellark was so upset because Katniss was Catholic, I guess that's almost as bad as Italian back then, cracked me up and ...lol Being Catholic, that just had me giggling!*!*!*!*) Loved them all. A Saturday well spent....
That is awesome!
I’m glad you found them really enjoyable and thought to put pen to paper. I was going to ask if anyone had little snippets of things they liked that they were willing to share. But you beat me to it!
oh my dear Anon! I have the perfect little teaser for you ;)
Senorita! Sneak Peek
“Finnick, do you want your toast with blueberries or strawberries?” I called from the kitchen as I plated up a fresh breakfast of French Toast for my friend, while Finnick strode in, his swimming trunks slung low on his hips, with a towel slung over his shoulder as he looked through his phone. He didn’t answer me right away, and I made a slightly impatient and annoyed sound in the back of my throat trying to get his attention. But he ignored me as he sat at the absurdly large and overdone breakfast bar while he gazed at his phone screen, enraptured by whatever he saw there.
“What are you looking at? A sneak preview of the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated?” I joked as I set the plate in front of him, fruit on the side so he could choose whatever toppings he wanted.
I had been cooking for Finnick ever since I moved in, since he swore he preferred my cooking to that of his hired personal chef. It was one of the little ways I tried to pay him back for letting me crash with him for so long and also for helping me through my legal and financial troubles while I was trying to get my career back on track.
“No, better. You remember all those rumors we heard at the Latin Grammy’s about that singer you liked?”
I am immediately intrigued by this topic and nod my head enthusiastically and motion for him to continue speaking.
“Well, I just got a message from my manager saying she’s got a new manager who's looking for candidates for some music collabs. Remember how I told you I’d always wanted to partner with her on a song since I heard her first album?”
“No, I mean you said you’d love to sing with her, but you didn’t elaborate.”
“Well, I am now." Finnick replied with an excited glint in his eye.
Hi thought I would introduce myself, my name is Rachel.
Hi Rachel! I’m Jackie, supporter of fanfiction and lover of maps, macarons, and that Peeta guy. Katniss is cool too. I’m a working mom of two boys with a hella long commute, so there just aren’t enough hours in the day for me to read everything or pretend to write. I try though. What’s your story?
