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Hunger Games Fan Fic. This is my Living Hell.The moment the train was stopped, we were being taken to the remake center. I was stripped down, and thrown into a robe. My prep team, Christia, Eosa, and Jardin, fixed me up. They waxed my eyebrows, and every piece of hair off my body, sparing only my head. I had already gone through too much pain on the trip, without even being in the arena to cry from this.
When my stylist finally came in, I was relieved to be away from the pain. I nervously stood in front of the flower headed, extremely tall and skinny, Aeveline. Her hair was a garden of different coloured flowers. Orange, blue, yellow, pink. The hair underneath the flower patch, was a pale green.
“Hmm, Well, you aren't the tallest tribute I've ever seen, are you now?” She stated, looking me up and down, concern on her face.
I frowned, “Well, no..” I said, answering her rhetorical question.
She rolled her eyes, patting me on the cheek, “Well, I guess I will have to make do with what I have.
Hunger Games Fan Fic. Good to be back.When I woke in the morning, the light streamed through my open window, and I caught sight of a very.. upset looking Wisha sitting on my dresser. I sat up slowly, taking care not to hurt my sore wrist.
“Wisha? What's wrong?” I asked, noticing for the first time that she was crying.
She turned, as if just realizing I was there. She quickly wiped away the tears that were running down her puffy red cheeks, “I don't want to do this anymore.” She said, another wash of tears streaming down her face.
“Do what?” I asked, rising from my bed to comfort her.
“Send you children off to your death! I can't sit there and watch you die. I can't handle the thought of you not being able to get home to your mother.. Leaving your poor little sister to do it all by herself..” She sobbed, holding her head in her hands.
“Shh, Wisha, it's perfectly alright. I've taught Fawn well, so if I don't come back, she knows what to do for everything. Althoug
Hunger Games Fan Fic. Ouch!“You're my brother! How come no one told me!” I screamed, hugging myself with my arms, “Why did no one tell me!”
“Ria, shh, shh! No one told you, because you would act like this! Calm down.” Evvan said, pulling my arms from around me, and placing them at my side, “No one told you, because you already had so much on your plate.. I was told by your father not to tell you.. I just had to..”
“Now we're both going to die, and there's going to be no one to take care of mother!” The tears poured from my eyes in a continuous flow.
“What is going on over here?” A voice asked, followed by loud footsteps. Noltin appeared, standing beside Evvan, “What did you do to her?” Noltin asked, looking at my brother. He pushed him away from me, and took me in his arms, “Hush darling, everything is going to be just fine.” He murmured, smoothing out my hair.
I pulled away.. Slightly creeped out, the
Hunger Games Fan Fic. Life Changing.Minutes later, peacekeepers were grabbing me, and forcing me out of the room. I wasn't resisting.. I'm just saying it was forceful because obviously, I didn't want to go.. I walked willingly with them to the train station platform.. As I looked out over the people of District 3, something inside me snapped. I looked around for anyone I knew to comfort me, but I couldn't find a single person.. All of these people were strangers to me. A few were giving me awkward looks, others were laughing at me.. Some were even giving me pity filled glances. But they all said one thing.. “That girl is just like her mother.” They all thought I was insane. The peacekeepers grabbed my arms again as they saw me getting ready to take off, away from the train. They dragged my flailing body onto the train, and threw me into a room, shutting the door tightly behind them as they left.
I lay on my bed in the darkness, blankets wrapped up around me in protection.
Where was I?
I looked ar
Hunger Games Fan Fic Pt. 2, I've Been Reaped.The year I turned 16 was the biggest and worst year of my life, because the same year, I got reaped, to become a tribute in the 33rd Hunger Games.
I walked my little sister to her very first reaping, holding her hand tightly. I smiled to her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead and ushered her into the roped off area that I stood in for my very first reaping. I walked to the roped area containing other girls my age, and made my way to the front of the group. Wisha Velven was still our districts escort, though instead of her white swirled hair, she had it in tight baby blue curls, that fell far below her shoulders.
“Welcome one and all to the reaping of the 52nd Hunger Games!” She announced, with a huge smile on her face. Some say she had surgery to keep it that way.. I myself believe just that, I've never seen her without the smile on her face. She flipped her baby blue curls behind her shoulder, “Ladies first!” She chirped and made her way over to the ladie
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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