𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄; The Hunger Games

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝟒 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏)

*SPLASH*

The waves of water hit the shore, slamming against the rocks laid across the sandy shore, soaking the sand beneath my feet. I sit-squat down, watching the shells be washed away. I come to the coast to birdwatch, Seagulls in particular. They fly above the pink-golden sunrise. The rest of the district calls them "Sky-roadants". They tend to steal fish from the fishermen. I think they're beautiful creatures yet glutinous tricksters. My mother always says they're just like us, needing food but never starving.

It's a blessing to be in 4. A natural food supply of seafood given to us by the ocean verses the other districts that are struggling to find a grain of rice, I'm grateful for my environment.

Speaking of... there goes one now, sky-diving in for the steal. The seagull grabs a Warmouth fish, pissing off the three fishermen on the boat, and it takes off. I let out a slight chuckle; it was a fun sight.

They stood no taller than six feet, nowhere close to my height. I could stand a few more inches above them if I really wanted to, but I paid them no mind.

The fishermen glanced over, hearing my responsive chuckle. "Ou!". One of them shouts out. They all turned, leaving their fishing boat, jumped off the deck, and quickly walked over to me, dropping the fishnet along the way. All I did was laugh. Am I really that Important?

They stand above me. I continue to bird-watch the seagulls in the distance. "You thought that was funny, boy?". He crouches down, whispering in my ear. The rancid smell of rotten fish fuses from his mouth. I try my best to ignore it, holding in my disgust.

I continue to bird-watch, extending his irritation towards me.

"How about we throw him in the water?". One of the dirty fishermen says, causing the other to agree, cheerfully responding to his plan.

"Or, we could slap him with a fish!". The third fisherman lets out an annoying laughter, followed by his statement.

"Or throw him in the fishing net!". The fisherman that whispered into my ear says as they all slapped each other's bulging bellies in cheerfulness.

The reason why they think they can do these things to me is because the Peacekeepers don't pay us any mind in this District. They love seeing us bicker and show aggression toward one another.

I continue to ignore these fools.

"Please, you wouldn't even touch me". I say as my eyes stay on the birds in the distance, facing the water.

"Oh, you little-". One of the fishermen says with such frustration, raising his hand and balling it into a fish, attending to scare me. To be honest, I hope he does try something with me; he'll be the one in the net and slapped with a fish.

"He's right". My friend says behind me, causing the fisherman to put his fist down as they all look over at him.

Malic. My best friend is a fool but very hostile, and he gets down to business if needed.

"Yeah? You're his sidekick?". The fisherman says as they walk up to him.

"I'll show you, sidekick," Malic smirks, standing taller than them all. They stare, I join him.

I stood up, standing taller than all of these men. We stand before them as they realize who they're up against. A quiet weapon: Me, and a loud weapon: Malic

His tan skin dazzling in the sunlight. Appear far more attractive than those freak shows.

"Kiss asses". The fisherman says as he and his men walk back to the dock, where they belong.

Malic walks over to me, shaking his head; I look at him with a smirk. I turn my direction back to the ocean.

"You should've beat their asses, Silver!". Malic says as I shake my head, touching the sand.