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THIS IS MY 1ST BOOK. MOST CHARACTERS BELONG TO SUZANNE COLLINS. THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THERE WAS A FOURTH BOOK. PLEASE EXCUSE MY SPELLING. THANKS

-addysuzanne08

I wake to the screams of my poor mother. "PRIM, PRIM!" she screams through the house. I know what happened. I know every horrifying detail. She thought i was strong enough. I thought I was too. I overhear my dads comforting words. "You're ok. Everyone is going to be ok." My brother doesn't know everything. He just knows the general things. My parents saw peace in him and thats something they did not want to strip away.

I was never at peace. I never had any friends. I dodge into the allies to aviod being seen. I only hang out with my bestfriend Clarrie. My brother Rye on the other hand is so popular. Everyone trhough Panem loves him. He is a celeberty. My parents are known for saving Panem so everyone loves their kids.

I live with such extraordinary people. Why do i feel so ordinary? It;s ok with me. I don't like the attention. I just like me, the woods, and my bow. My mother taught me when i was very young. I ways very good from the beginning. I was getting better than my mom. Everyone said i was just like her stubborn, good with a bow, and compassionate. My brother was just like my dad kind, good with people, and just perfect. I look at the clock to see it was 3:45. I decide to go see my aunt.

I grab my hunting jacket my mom gave to me and slip out the window. I walk about 3/4 of a mile to get to the garveyard. I find Prim and sit down. I read the stone which I've read a thousands times. Primrose Everdeen, Beloved Sister, Daughther, and Friend. I pick up a stone and engrave aunt into the stone. I am the only one who will see it. My family never comes because it brings my parents to tears and Rye can't see them cry.

"Hey Prim," I whisper, "I hope you are doing good, My mom is dreaming about you again. I just want her to be okish again. Well, I love you. Bye Prim. I wallk back to my house with tears streaming down my face. I fall into a deep sleep dreaming of Prim smiling down at my family and I.

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