I try to dig my dagger into the side of the cornucopia but I tried in vain, because the side was to hard, to sleek. And then I could feel the arms of the water hugging me before plunging me into the deep, blue, cold ocean.
Your first instinct is to scream, but trust me, that gets you no where and it fills your lungs. I was coughing violently. That did me no good either. I felt dizzy and light headed. And blue was being replaced with black spots. I tried to think on Jo, who sacrificed so much for me. Katniss sacrificing for Peeta and Peeta sacrificing for Katniss, maggs sacrificing for annie, for the rebellion. But because I'm so vain, all I thought was:
I won't die to snow or the careers in a heroic way. No. I'm just Lucy. Sister of Johanna Mason. Youngest victor ever. Who drowned.
And then it all went black.....
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Фанфик"There's no one left that I love," "I'll try not to take that personally." Lucy Mason is Johanna Mason's younger sister and although they don't show it, they are inseparable. With an axe at hand, the young siblings must compete in the 75th annual hu...
