Hamilton's POV

I whack the bushes and whistle again, I hear the whistle in response, this time closer but it sounded like it was filled with sorrow.

with Peggy (Peggy's POV)

I hear another one of Katniss's whistles, this time closer than the last, I wipe my tears, if the Meme Team 🐢🐢 come in this small clearing and I'm still crying, the scars on my arms showing, I'll just say I was worried, they'll believe me, but I know that John was separated from the others, that'll be another reason.

Thwack Thwack Whoosh snap

I jump slightly, sniffle and try to pull myself together, this better not be pirates but I know that anyone in the Meme Team 🐢🐢 would not hurt the bushes, their own reasons that I don't know. I grab a fern, bring it to my chest and run my finger around the stem, pulling off the weird leaf-needle things, my sad face turning into an angry face, tears still pouring.

(next part, if it says 'frick' then that's actually the f word, sorry)

"frick life, frick friend, frick everyone!" I shout, I start being angry at past memories, like when father thought that it would be fine to leave me with mother while he, And and Liza go on the scary roller coaster that I wanted to go on, he thought I would happily go with mom, like I never wanted to go on that ride, I was a half-inch too short. Father didn't even try to help me with my feelings. 

***flashback***

I step up too the stick that measures if I can go on the ride, I bite my lip, not being nervous, but happy and gigiddy. 

"Sorry kid, your too short, by a half-inch, once you come back I'm sure you'll be fine," The man kneels down to look into my eyes, he has beautiful caramel eyes, brown hair in a small ponytail, his skin a peachy color, like Liza's.

"I'm sorry, again, but if your father would want to let you in for helping me find my missing child, just even put one poster up, you can go on," The man smiles again and I smile, look up at father with big eyes.

"I'm sorry but no, c'mon Angelica, hold my hand as you wait in line with me and Eliza." Father says, my smile fades and my hands turn into fists. I'm 9, I think I'm old enough to go on this ride. I think, I cross my arms when mother comes to me.

"I'm sorry hunny, we can go on the snoopy ride-" Mother starts, but her phone starts buzzing, she smiles sadly.

"Hey, I'll pay you 10 dollars if you can look after my child quickly," Mother says to the kind man.

"I'll do it for free, your child is an angel," He smiles again I turn to him and he smiles, he sees if other kids get to ride the roller coaster, a kid a little taller than me with a chipped tooth can't go on the ride, a little too short, and I was only a half-inch away.

The man smiles and kneels down to the boy in magenta.

"Maybe next time you can ride this roller coaster, I'll see you then," The man smiles and gets back up. Wait what, he didn't offer to let him in, he's even taller than me, did he only do that to me? Why? I guess I can ask him. I think.

"Hey, umm, sir," I ask, my voice sounding little kiddish because of one of my two front teeth still growing in.

"Oh hi, you can call me Alan, what do you need?" Alan kneels down again.

"Um, why didn't you let magenta boy in the ride, he's even twaller than me?" I ask.

"Well, it's because, well, it's kind of a secret, but I think I can tell you, but you look and sound like my wife, and we had a child, she was our sweet joy, but she... disappeared... and you remind me of her." Alan smiles and lets some more, taller children in, when there was a child that was too short, he'd say he was shorter and that the child will be so tall that the fair-thing would be sorry that they didn't let them in earlier.

I would always smile at that, I was talking about how teal is cooler than yellow and how I would tell my parents that to Alan when my mom came back, Alan pointed at mother before she could hear what we were saying, Alan said that if we meet again, he would tell most of how teal is better than yellow, or even just that a darker gold is better than a blinding yellow.

But I never met him again, and some of my heart is still hoping to see him again, his sweet smile he only gave me, how he told his secret, the one only we shared. 

(Back in reality Peggy starts crying from sadness, everything from anger on her face has turned into a sad expression, she made a puddle with her tears, she's on her knees, BTW)

how he told me that he also doesn't like yellow and that teal is better and that he was also nervous about telling his loved one, but this time, it was about telling his boss, he always wore a yellow hat every day because of his job, and now people think he likes yellow. so he has the same things happening, you wear yellow once, everyone thinks you like yellow.

But he only told me that, he gave me more information about himself and his secrets than Angie, Eliza, mother and father have told me, and only me, what surprised me was when he asked.

"How are you doing Peggy, y'know, in life in general," He asked, I looked surprised, no one had ever asked me about that, how I was doing.

"I umm, cry every night, I don't actually know who my mommy or daddy is really, or if I have a sister or bwother." I whispered to him and look down. "I bottle up my feelings...."

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I hear some drops of water (doo-drops) drip into water, I look for this water and walk a little bit, still in the mini clearing, I see a really clean pond. I kneel down, like Alan did, one foot on the ground but one knee of the floor, but it's too painful, I start to pour tears into the pond, now on both of my knees, half my body over the pond. I open my eyes to see my reflection, a girl with a bright yellow bow-clip-thing visible on her dark brown hair. 

The bow-shaped-clip was completely clean, my hair was in a messy ponytail, held by a neon yellow scrunchie that was barely dirty. My face turned to anger, as tears dripped into the pond, I ripped the bow-clip out, leaving some hair sticking out of my head, I throw the clip to where I was standing before.

"ARG!" I shout angrily.

Then I take my scrunchie out with no patience, leaving my hair a mess. I decide to move my hair over my shoulder, now that it's no longer in a ponytail. I realize that my hair is more poofy, not as neat as Angelica's but not as poofy as John's. I split my hair in two and twirl it so now my hair stays like I want it.

Then I start to cry harder, I look so different, all my yellow clothes are a darker gold, I love it, my hair no longer has anything neon in it and is not held high up in a ponytail, now it sits on my shoulder, looking soft and beautiful. (The gif I made goes too fast but it took a while so here it is:)

"Do you know what," I said, my voice all groggy, I look up in front of me then look back down at my reflection.

"I'm not Peggy, only named that because mother hated the name, I'm Margarita," I stand up, still eyeing my reflection. "A person who is not afraid to show her emotions, not happy all the time, only happy when not around the people who ruined my life, who replaced me, like Maria, she may not know, but she kind of replaced me.

Angelica, who I am no longer going to call Angie, has taken so many things from me, thinking it was a game, she was always being playful, but when I shed one tear when she stole the one thing I love, my peacock feather, I have two, one that Alan gave me, he was the first person to give me something besides on my birthday that nobody knows or on Christmas, he gave it to me. And the one I have, the one I've always had since birth, the one thing I had when I got sent into the orphanage, and the only thing I left with. Once I shed just one tear, Angelica would go soft, get on her Oh-I'm-So-Sorry side, thinking I was a baby, she said she didn't mean to, but it wasn't only the feather I was crying about, it was how bratty she acted towards me, she didn't even know, and that's the worst part.

Eliza hasn't done anything bad to me, she is half-n'-half with siding with me in arguments. She did give me something that wasn't neon yellow for Christmas, she gave me a hand-made feather that was mostly blue, dark blue on the tips and teal in the middle. But she also nerded out on how she got an A on a formative or summative test, she bragged about how smart she was, not too much, I'm sure he didn't know she was hurting me but she never offered to tutor me on anything like she did Maria.

I even heard her saying that I was stupid in the bathroom, she was talking to Maria, her crush, who is her best friend, she gives up movie night to hang out with Maria, that's another reason that I hate her so much. I act like I like Maria, Angelica even asked me if I had a crush on her. Eliza also skipped classes to be with Maria, now it might not seem like much, but Liza is a goodie-good-two shoes, she's smart, beautiful, punctual, straight A's. 

I've never seen her wear mitch-matched anything, not the wrong socks, not the wrong shoes, she's organized and always has neat hair. She takes hours to do her hair, and there goes Maria, taking her hair out of the tiny low ponytail of two strands to braid her hair, I did that, Liza would shout at me, she also has a sometimes short temper, if the whole day was bad, she'd shout at everything, but she normally is calm and reading in the library." I say, realizing I said it out loud, I sniffle and stand up again, I wiped my tears, only to be replaced by some more, but this time, a little less tears.

"I will not cry again,"

A/N: question; did anyone cry while reading this?

What dramatic ending, word count: 1911

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