A walk to remember...(open)

Luna was walking down the streets of District twelve. She knew she must be home by dawn to pick the latest strawberries that have been blooming for a while. She wonders, would she ever eat a rotten one, just to help not to starve? Luna wonders what it would taste like. But it would be nasty, and starving isn'tt usual for her. Like she would know, she looks anorexic, she can't tell when she's hungry or not.

She had her bleached-looking blonde hair hidden in her coat. Her face was not-so hidden. It was still daylight and Luna mostly walks at night. Walking in the daylight would be a cahnge, maybe a nice change. Living on her own isn't easy. She wishes to find friends that would see her, not through her.

Luna finds a strange girl walking. Judging the way she looked, walked, and held that little puch, reminded her like her mother. Oh, how Luna hated her. But she was an herb finder, and that girl over there was like mother nature. If only i could't throw knives, i would, well I'd still be evil. I wish to, but I know I can't, run into the woods. No one's ever near my house, heck, no one lives near my house!

Luna stops,Watches the girl, and her heart melts for someone.

" "You look, like mother nature." I said, feeling like a kid.

Being alone is starting to scare me...

This godess relied to me. I lived in my own land what seems like forever and then noticed I had to reply. "Luna. I live in a dark gravel road followed by the only house not abandoned there. You?"

With my hood tugged on, this girl cannot see the real me, ugly and pale. But pale was just the way I liked it. My hair may not be normal either, but i'm beggining to deal with it, for my mother had brought me to this awful Earth, but i'm beggining to like it, too. What a difference people can make on me, i'm surprised. But there's still no mate that I see around here. District 12, home of the weirdos. Let's hope I make it out alive.

Oh wherever you could be, my heart pleads.

As if i'm dying, my head thobs so much that it feels like my inner heart and brains were being ripped out, peice by peice. I hated the feeling of love. I hate the look of other girls, especially me. My heart is breaking, and a small teardrop trickled down my soft cheek and I sob silently, unnoticable. But it's time to move on from my old life and begin with the new.


Begin with the new.