The New Games: A Hunger Games Story

Chapter 7: Blueberry Pancakes

Chapter 7:

"Kamela?" I voice asks.

Something nudges my back lightly.

"Kamela?" The voice asks again.

"Kamela?"

Something nudges my back again.

"Kamela? Kamela, wake up."

"Kamela!" I get nudged a little harder.

"Ow." I groan.

"Kamela?"

I turn over and look up, the sun is in my eyes so I squint. There is a silhouette of a person looking down at me.

"Kamela, what are you doing here?"

I recognize the voice now.

"Talon?" I ask, still sleepy.

"Yeah," he laughs. "What are you doing here?"

I sit up slowly, he kneels down by me.

"Um, I woke up and you weren't at the house, so I walked around, ended up here, and I guess I fell asleep."

"Well, you were asleep for a long time." He says.

"How long?" I ask, worried.

"It's about 1:00 now."

"What!? I slept that long!?" I ask.

"Yeah," he gets up and outstretches his hand to me "C'mon. Lets go back to the house."

I grab his hand as he helps me up. Then he takes me and carries me to his house.

Before we even get in the house I smell the food.

"Mmm," I say, "It smells so good."

"Good, I hope you like breakfast for lunch, cause that's what I made."

He sets me down and I follow him to the kitchen.

He pulls out a chair.

"Have a seat." He motions to the chair.

I sit down and he pushes the chair in. He goes over to the kitchen and grabs two plates. He sets one down in front of me and another he sets down on the table and sits down in the chair behind the plate, in front of me.

There's pancakes with blueberries in them. I pour syrup on them. I take a bit. These are the best pancakes ever! How did he make these?

"How do you like them?" he asks, and then takes a bite.

"They're amazing!" I say "How did you make these?"

He laughs "The same way my mom made them."

"Wow, she must've been a really good cook." I say

"She was." He takes another bite.

His facial expression changes from happy to sad in a split second.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," he looks up. "It's okay."

We finish eating and he takes the dishes and washes them in the sink. While he's doing that I go over and sit down on the couch.

When he finishes with the dishes and putting everything away, he comes over and sits on the chair by me.

"Thank you," I say. "For helping me."

He looks up at me. "Your welcome, I'm glad I could help."

I look at the clock above the fireplace. It reads 2:25.

"I have to get home, my family is probably worried sick about me."

"Oh, yeah. I should probably take you home."

"No." I say quickly. "I can go on my own."

"No, you can't." He says "You could barely get back to the path you started on. I'm not letting you get lost again."

"You don't have to do this you know." I say.

"Yeah, I know." He replies. "But I want to."