43rd Hunger Games, Chapter FourYes, I was going to cry, so much, I could already feel the tears of anger and disgrace coming through my eyes. I just had to look away now, I couldn't bare looking at my father after what he's done to me. This felt rude, he has two minutes to talk to me and I'm wasting them by trying to wish he was never here. So I tried to start off with a conversation, whether is was nice or not.
"Why, in the past three years, when I need you most in my life, you never show, but when there's a LARGE chance I'm going to die, in just a few days, you do?" I ask with a slight temper. He's silent, probably thinking about this question really hard, but had no clue how to answer. I stood there, still facing my back to him, still trying to cover my tears, still waiting for an answer until finally, I felt my father's hands loop around me like a hug from behind.
"I'm so sorry" he whispered into my ear. "the pain of my forever loves death, for you apparent reason, got to me and I just couldn't see you anymore."
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter 3I can't believe what I just did. Everyone is in a shock that there is no noise, no movements, it feels like you could be all alone, except for the fact of all the eyes and camera's starring at you. The mayor has left the area for some reason and Clover needed to be seated because she was going to faint, but instead she's now whimpering, "he won't be mad, he won't be mad,". I wonder who Clover is talking about, maybe the mayor? I highly doubt it. District 4's mayor is surprising always jolly and he always seems out and about wondering about how you are. Now he's no where in sight. Piper Cohen, my newest friend, around my age with long, curly brown hair, is frozen, surprised that she was just declared tribute and I just volunteered for her. I could see her shaking and the fear in her eyes again. After this moment of silence a random adult from the back shouted, "TAKE THIS GIRL AWAY! She's the tribute, stop wasting my time!" Clover looked up from the ground and shook herself out the funk.
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter Two
I came home around 8'clock, full but tired from my long afternoon at the docks. It was a long but extremely fun day. I visited many shops, calmed searched, swam in the freezing water, all with my new friend, Piper Cohen. Piper is around my age, and is into the same things that I'm into. She has long, curly brown hair, which she tends to apparently put a different kind of sea flower in and has shinny blue eyes, almost white as a diamond. I met Piper when I was looking at the new shops or old ones that I totally forgot was along the docks... she was working in her family FISH BAIT store where she works cashier. We mostly hung out near the water or in her room talking about the reaping tomorrow and sharing what we're going to wear. Piper is wearing this cute little aqua dress with a bow in the center (a hand-me down from her older sister) and I'm wearing a white blouse and a deep blue skirt. And for some reason it feels like we've been friends forever, and that's just after din
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter One
The Capitol is probably chanting the countdown for the hours, minutes and seconds for the 43rd Hunger Games reaping tomorrow, while I'm regretting the fact that I exist. No one will ever know what I'm going through and understand the way I feel about the life. The horrors of fear I'm going to have to suck up around one tomorrow will be the worst thing to be thinking about at a time point that I'm at right now. I'm alone. I'm scared, and I have no one and no where to go to fix this sadness inside of me.
My father has been out again, probably drinking and on drugs like he has for the past few years now, ever since my mother died. And to think, he is the only person left, that I'm not even sure he knows I'm still here, waiting for him to care for me, who is now careless and ignoring that exact fact.
All of this has brought me to today, the deep depression that I get into if I think about anything from the past that was happy and exciting. Those kind of memories kill me, and at the age of
43rd Hunger Games, INTRO
I wake up, thinking about the horrors of tomorrow, the day that the 43rd Hunger Games Reaping would begin in my District, 4. My name is Maria Thompsing, and I've been having nightmares, dreading my name being put in the jar twice, and perhaps being picked to be the female tribute for my district. Yes, the chances are really low, but that doesn't change the way my desperation of wishing these games would never exist, to be over.
Plus my anxiety, from the past doesn't help either...
I've actually already been chosen to be a tribute for the 40th Hunger Games, when I was 12, but my best and only friend volunteered for me and died from a knife being thrown through her head, on the first night. That year, was the worst of my life. Not only did my best friend die, but my mother was found dead in the streets, no blood or anything, coming out of her.
You won't believe all the tears that flew out of my eyes after all that happening...And to put things to its worst, my father seemed ca
Johnathan Stevens, The WarriorOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Johnathan Stevens who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Warrior of North America. He trained every day for 9 hours in order to beat his rival, The Evil Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Johnathan Stevens came armed with a spear and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Johnathan Stevens emerged as the handsome victor! His achievement is celebrated every New Year, because of the day he was declared the winner! .