the calm before the storm {marr}
Feb 2, 2016 14:45:51 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Feb 2, 2016 14:45:51 GMT -5
Iain Miristioma Fourteen | Male | District Eleven | 72nd Hunger Games |
Downcast eyes stare at the plate of food in front of me. Shattered nightmare surge through my mind. Just early today the boy from six knocked me over, and to make it all worse a career ran over to join him. It was humiliating, and of course they think I'm easy prey for the games. But I can't keep thinking like that because I have to try, yet hidden in the back of my mind, I know I'm dead. How can I stand a chance against everyone here? People are much larger. Much taller. Built better than me. Perhaps being tiny can have advantages, but it doesn't seem like that's the case. Going into the games with the name Miristioma has placed a rather large target on my back. Who wouldn't want to kill a relative of a victor? Surely someone wants the honor to claim that title. |
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