The Tesserae
May 14, 2010 14:13:01 GMT -5
Post by sonofshadows on May 14, 2010 14:13:01 GMT -5
Joshua Colquhoun:
As I stagger out of the town hall, bruised like a peach, and my bones aching, I find it incredibly tempting just to collapse on the sidewalk, and wake up in hospital... But the sniggering of the Careers behind me lights a fire in my spirit, and wills me onward. I will NOT give them the satisfaction of seeing me fall.
It seems to be an annual tradition now, that the Careers beat the living daylights out of me, force me to sign-up for tesserae, and cross their fingers on Reaping Day. There's a word for them, but, I can't bring myself to utter it. I round a corner, and slump down onto a bench, letting my head drop.
As I stagger out of the town hall, bruised like a peach, and my bones aching, I find it incredibly tempting just to collapse on the sidewalk, and wake up in hospital... But the sniggering of the Careers behind me lights a fire in my spirit, and wills me onward. I will NOT give them the satisfaction of seeing me fall.
It seems to be an annual tradition now, that the Careers beat the living daylights out of me, force me to sign-up for tesserae, and cross their fingers on Reaping Day. There's a word for them, but, I can't bring myself to utter it. I round a corner, and slump down onto a bench, letting my head drop.
