Unloved (Open)
Jan 30, 2013 0:15:12 GMT -5
Post by itstime on Jan 30, 2013 0:15:12 GMT -5
I woke up one morning very early. I looked out the window and it was still pretty dark. I could barely see the sun in the sky. The orange pink color started to creep up from the horizon. Ever since I could walk, my mother wanted myself and my brothers to train for if (or when) we ever get reaped for the hunger games. My brothers were all fine with this, being that all three of them are strong, smart and good with a close combat weapon. My mother believes that any long range weapon will get you nowhere in the games. My brothers all trained with swords, spears, and knifes. I prefer the bow, which of course my mother hates. My mother believes that in order for her to be a good mother, she must have a victor in the family. I am the youngest and the only child left who can be reaped. I am her last chance. Except Im scared of the games.
I walk outside with a bow and knife and walk into our backyard/training area. We had target practice, endurance training, and some tools for trap making. I of course sucked at most of this, I could never get the hang of it. I kept trying and trying again. I couldn't get it. I knew my mother and father we watching like normal. They were going to punish me if I didn't not do a good enough job. They just didnt get me, I dont think anyone ever would. Until I heard the snap of a twig behind me. My mother always told me to spin around and take aim with your bow when someone sneeks up on you, so I though it was here. I turned and took aim with my bow.