I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME..
'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..'
I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS..
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frag·ile
/ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/
adjective
1. easily broken or damaged.
"Before there was a dangero...
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"IS GOING TO BE OKAY..."
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DAY TWO, FIVE AM. THE BORDER OF THE FOREST.
The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, and the morning dew was beginning to melt away. In any other situation, Amara would have taken the time to savor the moment. Maybe, stare for a few good hours at the rising sun. But this wasn't like home, where she could curl up and watch. She was getting hunted down by a pack of angry bloodthirsty Career's. God, she wished she was anywhere but here.
Panting for air, she leans against a tree trying and failing to calm her breathing down. She shouldn't have looked past the cardio workouts in the training center. Listening carefully, she could hear the rustling of leaves, then the excited chatter of the Career's. Crap. Covering her mouth with her hand, she shuts her eyes praying that they keep running. Please, keep going. Please, keep going.
"Where's the chick at?" Argus groans, scanning the treeline.
"I don't know! She went left." Scarlett, from Two, states.
"No she didn't. She went right, dumbass." Jonah, from One, states.
Shooting daggers at each other, Scarlett mutters curses under her breath making Jonah perk up at the sound of them. It was a mix of, 'I'm surrounded by idiots' and 'Did his Mother drop him as a baby?'. Feeling his blood boil at the comments, Jonah throws his spear onto the floor, ready to punch her. Taking an intimidating step towards her, he pushes Scarlett as hard as he could backwards.
Stumbling backwards, the redhead girl loses her footing, falling on her butt hard into a pile of leaves. Staring at him in shock, she throws her backpack on the floor, standing up slowly. Eyes narrowed and a sneer tugging at her lips. Tackling him to the ground, the pair rustle around on the leaves, pulling at hair and scratching at each other. No harm really being done. More of play wrestling between siblings.
"Shut up, dumbasses! I'm trying to think!" Argus complains, kicking some leaves.
"No, you shut up!" Scarlett argues, stopping her assault on Jonah.
"Yeah! You got the most kills out of all of us, you get no say." Jonah agrees, pausing.
"Yeah, because you idiots were too busy staring at butterflies. We have a job to do in case you forgot." Argus hisses, sending the pair a glare.
"Gosh, you make it sound so important. All we have to do is make it to the final four. Not that hard, half of the kids are dead already." Jonah chimes in, mocking Argus's serious tone.
"Shut up, Jonah! Let's just find the girl and get this over with. I don't like being out here in the open." Argus complains.
"Ugh, do we have to? Can't we just move on from her? Let's just go back to the Cornucopia. Eat some food, let them come to us." Scarlett argues, as Jonah nods his head in agreement.
