My tired and achy body feels numb beneath me. The gentle gliding motion of the train rocks me back and forth like the ocean carrying its waves to the shore. Except waves aren't being carried towards what will most likely be their deaths.
Jay, Tabbie, and Maggie, my mentor-everybody calls her Mags-, all ate in the dining cabin ages ago, but I requested dinner alone in my room. I need time to think and plan strategy. My dinner lies cold and untouched on top of my dresser, the only other piece of furniture in my dismal little train cabin besides my bed. I only have about seven days to prepare my strategy, and possibly even to live, and the only thing I can think of is how confident Jay looked when he ascended the platform and sat next to me.
I'll have to kill him. I will have to kill. Throwing a knife and stabbing a target is different thin than killing a human being. I'm worried that I will be incapable of murder when I'm in the arena. In frustration, I grab the knife off my dinner tray and hurl it at the light socket with all my might. It lands squarely in one of the little plug-holes. All of the sudden the lights flicker, and go out. Crap, blew a fuse. Tabbie'll be FURIOUS. As if on cue, there's a loud and capitol-esque voice piped through the intercom system. "ARIELLE. GET UP TO THE DINING CAR. NOW." I assumed that they had security cameras here, but I never knew that Tabbie had access to stalking me. Ugh. Capitol people.
I don't move. I don't owe the Capitol anything. They're going to use my death to satisfy their sadistic bloodlust, and even if I live, I'll be what? A broken shell of a human being. Even if being to Tabbie is my last act of defiance before I go into the Arena, where I'll have to be a total suck up in order to get the sponsors I need to win.
She flings my room door open, her pink hair standing on end and her eyebrows knitted together in a freakishly pink knot over her eyes.
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?"
Obviously, you already know. Stalker.
"I was frustrated. I threw a knife at the wall. Blew a fuse."
"WHY-" "Just leave me alone."
She utters something halfway between a sigh and a grunt, and leaves me alone to sulk.
-----END OF CHAPTER 3-----
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***I'M REALLY SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE I HAD FINALS TO STUDY FOR***
Jay, Tabbie, and Maggie, my mentor-everybody calls her Mags-, all ate in the dining cabin ages ago, but I requested dinner alone in my room. I need time to think and plan strategy. My dinner lies cold and untouched on top of my dresser, the only other piece of furniture in my dismal little train cabin besides my bed. I only have about seven days to prepare my strategy, and possibly even to live, and the only thing I can think of is how confident Jay looked when he ascended the platform and sat next to me.
I'll have to kill him. I will have to kill. Throwing a knife and stabbing a target is different thin than killing a human being. I'm worried that I will be incapable of murder when I'm in the arena. In frustration, I grab the knife off my dinner tray and hurl it at the light socket with all my might. It lands squarely in one of the little plug-holes. All of the sudden the lights flicker, and go out. Crap, blew a fuse. Tabbie'll be FURIOUS. As if on cue, there's a loud and capitol-esque voice piped through the intercom system. "ARIELLE. GET UP TO THE DINING CAR. NOW." I assumed that they had security cameras here, but I never knew that Tabbie had access to stalking me. Ugh. Capitol people.
I don't move. I don't owe the Capitol anything. They're going to use my death to satisfy their sadistic bloodlust, and even if I live, I'll be what? A broken shell of a human being. Even if being to Tabbie is my last act of defiance before I go into the Arena, where I'll have to be a total suck up in order to get the sponsors I need to win.
She flings my room door open, her pink hair standing on end and her eyebrows knitted together in a freakishly pink knot over her eyes.
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?"
Obviously, you already know. Stalker.
"I was frustrated. I threw a knife at the wall. Blew a fuse."
"WHY-" "Just leave me alone."
She utters something halfway between a sigh and a grunt, and leaves me alone to sulk.
-----END OF CHAPTER 3-----
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***I'M REALLY SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE I HAD FINALS TO STUDY FOR***
This is written completely by me so don't you dare steal it! If you do use it, remember to credit me, or else! This was inspired by THG & My friend Nadia (Nahh-Deee-Aaahh)
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause you never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week ago
but you never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of you im blind in the eye
I must admit you didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
You see, i was quite hungry
and you didnt give me
That pie when i told you i needed it
But now you can see what you have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause you never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week ago
but you never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of you im blind in the eye
I must admit you didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
You see, i was quite hungry
and you didnt give me
That pie when i told you i needed it
But now you can see what you have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
(Credit to xitsdanielle on tumblr)
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
You better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
You better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
You better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
You better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.