good heart / damaris + zion
Feb 18, 2019 15:23:42 GMT -5
Post by goat on Feb 18, 2019 15:23:42 GMT -5
damaris hope
I feel like I’ve never been so hungry in my life. When I was home, I could barely find the energy to eat, but here, I feel this wild need to devour every item of food I see. All of the food they give to us is wonderful, and we’re allowed to have seconds if we want. I know I shouldn’t be praising the Capitol, the horrible institution that they are, but I’m just trying to find the good in my situation right now. It’s the only thing keeping me going right now.
I suppose that I shouldn’t think about it too much. I’ll just get upset.
All I could think about during training this morning was what I was going to eat for lunch. I stayed away from the combat stations, per usual, and worked with one of the trainers on self-defense instead. She taught me how to block sword jabs and swings with my own sword. It was heavy, almost too heavy for me to use, and I gladly dropped it back onto the weapons wall when it was time for lunch.
I followed the rest of the tributes into the dining hall, grabbing a tray and loading it with whatever I desired— roasted vegetables, slabs of chicken and beef, thick slices of whole grain bread, and a heaping pile of mashed potatoes. I take my tray to a table in the far corner of the room and start shoveling food into my mouth. I don’t care to look pretty while I’m doing it. Nobody ever sits at my table anyway.
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I suppose that I shouldn’t think about it too much. I’ll just get upset.
All I could think about during training this morning was what I was going to eat for lunch. I stayed away from the combat stations, per usual, and worked with one of the trainers on self-defense instead. She taught me how to block sword jabs and swings with my own sword. It was heavy, almost too heavy for me to use, and I gladly dropped it back onto the weapons wall when it was time for lunch.
I followed the rest of the tributes into the dining hall, grabbing a tray and loading it with whatever I desired— roasted vegetables, slabs of chicken and beef, thick slices of whole grain bread, and a heaping pile of mashed potatoes. I take my tray to a table in the far corner of the room and start shoveling food into my mouth. I don’t care to look pretty while I’m doing it. Nobody ever sits at my table anyway.
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