DISCLAIMER!! THE HUNGER GAMES IS NOT MY IDEA!! CREDIT TO SUZANNE COLLINS!! (Mild Language)
Iris Sheaf from District 9 is 14 years old. She hopes for another uneventful reaping day, but luck isn't on her side. When the name of someone close to her ge...
My better judgements take over and lead me away from the career's camp, towards the stream and into the rocks. Here would be a decent place to live, just for today and a little bit of tomorrow. Until I'm dead or out of the arena. My chances of winning have changed quite drastically over the course of the games. My chances were very low when I was standing on my plate at the start, but when I got out of the cornucopia with weapons and supplies, things started to change. But when I met up safely with Robin, I knew that his safety was more important than mine and was willing to protect him with my life, so when he sadly died a few days ago, everything plummeted up and I could win again. Everyday I picked off tributes, 6 left, 5, 4, 3... and now I need these two and victory is mine. Going home would be paradise. I would live in victors village, with Clem and mother, I would probably get to ditch school and spend my days doing- doing what? My life would just be full of empty nothingness, wallowing in riches while the rest of the district works and starves around me. And thinking about Robin would be one of the only things to keep my life occupied. Plus the terrifying memories would haunt me forever, and forever ia a very long time. Maybe going home would be worse than dying in the arena. On my victory tour, I would have to gloat about the fact that I survived, rubbing it in the faces of the families of the children I killed. It's unbearable. I try my hardest to clear my head, and lie down in the rocks. My stomach rumbles, making it harder for me to sleep, not that I would get any anyway. Why am I hungry? At home, food was harder to come by and since we were poor, the wasn't much. Unless I was eating at Jonen's. But back then I wasn't burning 2000 calories a day. I reach into my backpack and rummage for the tin of corned ham and the almost empty packet of crackers, pull open the can and start making sandwich- like things. Then I remember the apples I pinched from the careers a couple of days ago. Probably still fresh. I start hacking chunks off and putting them in with the meat. Does it work? Possibly, I saw a couple of ham and apple stews when I was in the Capitol. Surprisingly, the mix actually goes well together. And in the first rays of morning light, I consume some apple and ham cracker sandwiches.
A short part, but I'm writing another, purely a/n part for today (I think) so ya'll will read that. Ight well bye then.
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