~ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 ~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

" 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 "
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BOOM

The Thunder roars outside, Rain leaks from the small crevasses in the roof line, Lighting sends a few seconds of bright light that aluminates off the walls of the house.

For hours upon hours nonstop storms surrounds us, my mother mourns and weeps as she watches the television from the living room. The cries of my parents echo through the   Walls of this house.

I on the other hand sit starring in the empty room. That was my brothers. You'd think a ten year old would be more emotional. But I on the other hand was not. My brother, my best friend died in the Hunger Games.

I glance over at his well made bed, that will never be used again, his clothes that will never be touched again. He volunteered for a boy, he was almost there. So close, but so far. My brothers bravery, he died for a purpose. He chose his fate when he volunteered. But I remember what he told me before he left.

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"𝑉𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒."
𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑢𝑝.

"𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒. 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑐. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙."

𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑑

"𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑦. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒."
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I look down at the memory and sigh. Curling my body into a ball against the wall. I don't cry, I don't mourn. I sit in silence as the memories of my brother flood back to me.

One day, one day I'll get my revenge. I'll show them, I'll show them all.

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Distant yells can be heard,
"Set sail!"

The light pours into the room blinding my eyes as I open them partly.

I groan and turn over in annoyance as I shove my pillow over my head to block out the noise.

A few moments later I hear my door open.

"RISE AND SHINE BEAUTY"

I startle a bit as he laughs to himself, I uncover myself from the pillow to glare straight at Gage, Gage. The boy my older brother volunteered for a couple years ago.
Turns out we had similar classes, later that summer he came to me and offered me anything for the feeling of debt for the loss of my brother. Ever since we became inseparable, best friends. He was the complete opposite of me though, he had dark blackish hair and striking green eyes. I on the other hand had this rich blonde hair and piercing blue/gray eyes.