*I'll be writing district 12 in two POV's you would never expect. Will you might expect one of them but the second is totally out of poportion.*
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I wake up to the smell of boiled cabbage and alchol. Not a very appealing smell, i should know. I get out of the pile of trash i was in and walk around my room. S**t!!!!!!!!! I stepped on some glass. I walk into the bathroom and look at my appearence. I'm in a soiled white shirt that is heavily stained. I reek of alchol so I decide to take a shower. I was too lazy to take a real shower so i just sat there. I stepped out of the shower soaking wet and I change my shirt into a new one, the one for the Reaping. Uh, it's that time of year again. It;s the same day I got Reaped, then I won the Games. Then my poor Scarlett got killed, because of me. Yep, i'll not be able to make it through this day without the bottle. I roam through the muck looking for a bottle with liquor still in it. I take a swig from a random bottle but the memory comes back to the front of my mind. Scarlett is dead, because of me. She's dead. She's dead!!!!!!!! I roar out and throw the bottle against the wall.
Because of me. My sweet, sweet Scarlett is dead because of me. My body is racked with sobs. That stupid trick from the arena.I should of just died. It would of made life easier for everybody.I come to my senses and brush off the trash on me. I open a cabinent and grab 1, no 2 bottles of liquor. This is going to be a rough day.
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The glowing moon light seeps through the window. I look through the dim light and look at my owners soft face. I look at her sister and hiss at her. She never liked me, and I don't like her either. I'm hungry. I stretched my limbs and jump down the bed. I jump to the window sill and drop onto the ground. I hear a slight squeaking and I slowly start approaching the sound. I watch it pick a crumb off the floor, it starts chewing the crumb. Here's my chance, I wait a bit. Then I pounce successfully on the mouse. I carry it in the shade where I can start eating it safely.
I spit out the fur of my delicious meal and I get ready and jump back to the window sill. I carefully lay next to my owner, in her warm embrace. I snuggle into her and watch over the household. I sense fear radiating from my owner. I don't see any threat. Don't worry Prim, I'll protect you.
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Sorry peoples who are reading this but I can't really find any inspiration. So yeah...
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Science Fiction"This is the story of the children who died. Who were too innocent to die, well most of them........" -Joanna S. Kelin
