Catch My Breath ~A Johanna Mason Story~
So, we all know Johanna Mason, the female victor from District 7, lumber. She pretended to be weak and fragile, but in the end, she was actually a brutal killing machine. Let's hear what was on her mind during her Games instead of Katniss's.
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. . . Chapter One. . .
I wipe the sweat off my forehead and pull the wagon up the hill to my father in the family wood shop. My parents have owned the shop for decades. I guess it's a family thing, because before my parents took over, it was my grandparents, great grandparents, great great grandparents, etc., etc. You get the idea. There are some stairs leading up into the rooms where we live in the corner. It's like our house. It is our house. My great great grandparents built it long ago.
I swing the door open once I've reached the small house and pull the wagon in. "Dad, I'm home!" I yell. I pull on the handle of the wagon and pull the wagon to my dad, who's working on some sort of birdhouse.
"I got some more wood." I say.
He looks up from his work and says to me, "Great! Set them over there." He points to a corner near the stairs.
I nod. A whole wagon filled with wood is pretty heavy, but I can manage it. I'm strong for a girl my age. In fact, I'm one of the strongest in District 7. Stronger than most boys in fact. I'm not gloating, I'm just telling you the truth.
I pull the wagon over to the corner and make sure it's not going to roll around the workshop. Good.
"Oh, and Jo?" My dad asks.
"Yeah?" I say, turning to him.
"What happened to your ax?" He says with a playful smirk on his face.
I eyes go big. "My ax!!" And I make a mad dash outside. I can hear my dad laughing his head off as I run. I roll my eyes, but it hurts with the wind blowing in your face.
I make it to the tree where I set my ax, and find that it's not there.
I look around and spot a guy about a year older than me holding it.
I walk over to him and say, "That's my ax."
He looks at me and laughs. "You, using a big ax like this?"
I glare daggers at him. "It's mine." I say in a cold voice. I raise my hand up to grab it, but he takes it away and starts running away with my ax, chuckling.
That little twerp, I think as I go after him.
He's a fast runner, I gotta admit, and it takes some effort catching up to him, but I eventually do.
I grab him my the hand and yank the ax away and flip him over onto his back. I hold the ax in my hand and walk over to him with a smirk.
He looks at me and we stare at each other for a long time. It's getting kind of awkward...
The guy finally says, "So, it looks like I underestimated you. You have more skills than just your looks." Then he walks past me, leaving me blushing against the wind.