At Domino's house

I nod and lead her to my house. I lead her inside and lead her to a wooden chair. I walk to the cubards and get out the small box with bandages and such.

Abigail wasn’t sure where in District 12 she didn’t even care anymore. Soon as she was patched up she would leave like nothing happened. She had learned it was best not to get attached to anyone. They could end up dead next year for all you know. She doesn’t like feeling that type of pain.

She would rather be lonely her whole life then to have someone torn from her world. She hated death most of all in life. She didn’t care that people say some pain is good, pain to her was nothing but bad.

"Well, there you go." I say smiling a bit.
I look around.
"You okay for going home?"

Abigail knew she should just go home right now but she wanted to get to know this girl. What was there to lose? What were the chances she would be reaped any time soon? Very little. What was life without chances? She couldn’t live her life without caring about anyone ever. How was it different then her sisters, any one of the three could be reaped.

“Do you mind if I stick around for a bit?” she asked. “I can’t quite see straight,” she added.

"Sure."
"Um...I dont got much to eat but, if you want something, I might have some tessere bread" domino adds.
Usually, if a person is in a house they would eat? Domino wouldn't know.

Abigail became queasy when she heard the girl mention tessere bread. The idea of the tessere made her sick. She hated the fact Capitol took advantage of the poor. It was so wrong and disgusting. She would not take food from someone who needed it so much.

“No thank you. I’m sure your family and you need it more than I do. I can go home and eat if I’m hungry,” she said. She was glad to be able to take some time to rest. She still couldn’t believe she had gotten into this mess. Well, she always did get herself into situations like that.

"Oh okay...Um...just courious but...how old are you?" Domino asks.
She tends to be curious a lot.

Abigail didn’t see the harm in telling the girl how old she was. She couldn’t be much older or younger. What did age mean anyways? It was nothing besides just something to tell how long you’ve had existed in this world for.

“I’m thirteen,” she stated. Thirteen years, not very long, but some in District 12 didn’t make it to that. She tried not to think about that though, it was too depressing for her to handle.

"Im 13 as well." Domino says smiling.
Just then, it must have been at least the afternoon because the door opened and her mom came in
"Hey mom, this is Abigail." Domino says smilling brightly.
"Hello Abigail. My name's Magnolia." She says as s he sits on a wooden chair.

“Hello, ma’ma. You have a very pretty name,” said Abigail. She really couldn’t help herself from complimenting someone. Spending most of her life in a general store she had learned to charm people and to be friendly means to give compliments.

She felt out of place in her nice quality dress that probably was worth six months’ worth of wages for this family. That made her feel uneasy being with a family who knew had much less than she did. She didn’t like thinking about the fact people had to live like this but being here forced her to think about it.

"Thankyou." Domino's mom says.
She looks between her mom and Aby and looked out at the seam...it was getting a bit dark.
"Would you like me to help you go home? I mean...if you want to? You don't have to." Domino says.

Abigail knew she should go home but part of her didn’t want. She could understand the girl not really wanting her to stick around. It wasn’t much different than her not wanting people to stick around long at her house. She wasn’t sure she wanted Domino to know where she lived.

“I suppose you can walk to my house with me but I don’t really need help,” she said. She had a feeling everyone was uncomfortable or maybe that was just herself. She didn’t really know anymore.

"Well, okay then" Domino says. "If you're sure you don't need help then, I hope to see you around." Domino smilled. She tries to be friendly to everyone. She really did.

Abigail smiled; at least Domino was pleasant to be around unlike a lot of the kids around. It wasn’t really their fault thought; it was just how society worked. The poor hate the rich and the rich hate the poor. It’s a fact Abigail hated but knew would never go away.

“Thank you for your help,” she said. She got up and left. She wasn’t worried about walking home alone at night, why should she when she has a pocket knife stuffed up the sleeve of her dress.