beth brydges - d2 {fin}

They call me Sasquatch.

Because apparently there are no other creative nicknames for a girl that towers over them at a whopping 6'7".

Even my own father, who I tower over, likes to call me it when we're training. "C'mon, Sasquatch, you can hit harder than that," he would say as my boxing gloves connected with the bag. 

I want to tell him I fucking hate training.

But then I realize it's just easier to keep hitting.

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"Beth."

"Beth."

"BETH."

"Huh?"

"You should be sparring, not staring into space," my father says. The disappointed look on his face tells me that he has been watching me for a while. 

"Right." 

He's always been good at his job.

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Sometimes I wonder if there's more beyond The Hunger Games. My sister's got posters of her favourite victor, my brother likes to play pretend tributes with all of his other little eleven year old friends, my mom throws together these extravagant finale watch parties and my dad places bets with his buddies on who's gonna die first.

And me?

I like music. I like dancing. I like hiking. I like riding my bike. I like drawing. I like cooking. I like going out with friends. I like sewing.

But alas, I am Sasquatch. I am destined for none of those things, but to die living out my father's dream of having a kid in the Games.

Life sucks.