BySarah R Davies, writer at
Sarah R Davies

Chapter 3: Mrs Hawthorne's True Identity

Logan's POV

I went into school early today. I told my mother that Mrs Hawthorne needed help setting up the class for a special presentation. She didn’t object so I went early. When I got to school, Mrs Hawthorne was sitting by her desk reading a book. She jumped when I knocked on the door as though she hadn’t expected anyone to see her this early.

“You’re here early aren’t you Logan?” She asked me.

I nodded. “I was wondering if you could help me with something Mrs Hawthorne.” I explained.She nodded. “Of course dear.”

“Well I came across this the other day when I was looking for a book to read in the library at home.” I told her holding up the newspaper clipping.

She took it from me and read over it. A smile began to creep up to her lips by the time she finished it. “I remember this Hunger Games.” She told me. “I was the same age as your parents then.” I smiled and nodded, telling her to go on. “I lived District 12 then as well. And I remember Cato and Clove who went from District 2. And I remember Glimmer and Marvel from District 1. And Thresh and Rue from District 11. And there were the star-crossed lovers of District 12. Your parents.”

“Why were they the star-crossed lovers?” I asked her.

“Because remember the interviews I told you about in class a few weeks ago? The interview before the games. Well in your father’s interview, Caesar Flickerman asked him if he had a girlfriend. Your father shook his head, but everyone could tell he wasn’t very convincing. Caesar laughed at him and went on about how handsome your father was. And then your father said there was a girl he’d had a crush on for ever. Caesar told him that if he won and went home, the girl would have no choice but to go out with him. Your father laughed and said winning wouldn’t help him much. Caesar asked how and your father replied, and I still remember the exact words he said. ‘She came here with me.’ He meant your mother and the look on her face when she realized he meant her was priceless. She was so surprised yet she seemed so. . .” Mrs Hawthorne trailed off looking for the word.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Lost.” Mrs Hawthorne replied. “She seemed like she was lost when he said it. The look in her eyes. It was like she felt she had betrayed someone by having him say it.”

“But who would she have been betraying?” I asked her in shock.

“Her best friend. She knew she harboured feelings for him deeper than the ones they shared. She knew he felt the same about her but neither wanted to admit it. Then one day, Gale said it. He told her that he loved her. About a year after that, your mother’s sister Prim was killed. Although she couldn’t be 100% sure, she thought that maybe one of the traps Gale had devised might have set off the explosion that killed Prim. So she thought Gale might have been responsible for indirectly killing Prim. And although she forgave him, she realized she would never look at him the same way again. They both had the same fire, the same rage and that could never co-exist quite right. Gale left for District 2 and got a job there and your mother married Peeta. And then Willow was born and then you. Gale never got over it properly but everyone could tell he’d done better for himself in 2 than he ever could in 12.” Mrs Hawthorne said.

“Did you know him? Gale?” I asked.

She smiled and a tear slipped down her cheek. “I knew him better than a lot of people know a human being. I knew him with my heart and soul. And I miss him every single day.” She told me.

“You were close?” I asked her.

“Gale Hawthorne.” She laughed as more tears ran down her cheeks.

I nodded. The name meant nothing to me until I considered it more.

“Mrs Hawthorne, was Gale your husband?” I asked. She nodded and smiled, despite the sadness in her eyes.

“What happened to him?” I asked, a little worried as to what would be the answer.

“I went to sleep one night and he was there, and then I woke up the next morning and he wasn’t.” Mrs Hawthorne told me.

“Did you say he wasn’t there?” I asked, a little uncertain as to what I was hearing.

She nodded and tried her bets to look alright.

“Let’s ask my mother then. She was his best friend. She might now where he went.” I said.

Mrs Hawthorne was a little reluctant about disturbing my mother but eventually agreed. I was going to find out the truth.


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