Another year... [Open]
Feb 21, 2009 19:12:33 GMT -5
Post by Inspiration on Feb 21, 2009 19:12:33 GMT -5
As Zoira walked from the market, he thought about the reaping. It was a good thing that he wasn't picked for the Hunger Games. He wasn't scared to participate, even with a 1 in 24 chance of winning, but after he died (of course he would've died in the Games) what would his father do without him? He seemed as he too was beginning to ail from the same sickness as his mother and sister. Zoira sighed.
The best thing to do for now was just to get as much food as possible. He hated cooking though. If he lived in the Capitol, he could have a servant serve him. But District 6 provided no such luxuries. It was better than District 11 or 12 (or so he had heard), but as he'd never been to either of those places, he could only think about how bad things were here.
As if some higher power had read his thoughts, the bag full of bread and meat he was carrying suddenly ripped, throwing all its contents onto the dusty ground.
"Great"
Zoira kneeled down and began to pick up his items.
The best thing to do for now was just to get as much food as possible. He hated cooking though. If he lived in the Capitol, he could have a servant serve him. But District 6 provided no such luxuries. It was better than District 11 or 12 (or so he had heard), but as he'd never been to either of those places, he could only think about how bad things were here.
As if some higher power had read his thoughts, the bag full of bread and meat he was carrying suddenly ripped, throwing all its contents onto the dusty ground.
"Great"
Zoira kneeled down and began to pick up his items.
