the screwed up hunger games with andy biersack

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Candy p.o.v.

  We threw out the net, as waves came slowly crashing into the boat. I looked over to my  uncle Finnick and asked "Why is the capitol such an ass?" He just chuckled and grinned crookedly his blonde hair blowing in the salty wind. "Cause they beat us in war, and have no sence of peace besides their own." I thought this through. The reaping was tomorrow, and I was nervous because each year my name goes in the raffle more times. We sat there silently for 10 more minutes before pulling the nets in. I looked at the setting Sun, and looked out one last time before I got some of the fish, coconut, and pineapple that we caught and gathered today. On the way back to the shack, I walked through the Alley. The Alley is were everyone who isn't a peacekeeper trades. I traded a coconut and pineapple for salt and bread, and 3 sea bass for corn, water, eggs, and a pearl. Every year I buy a pearl before the reaping for luck. I have 4 now, because I'm 15, and it hasn't failed me yet. I went home and made Finnick and I stew with the fish, salt, crab, and corn. I live with Finnick because my parents were killed trying to escape. We live in a little run down shack by the beach. It was home.That's why Finnick doesn't live in the victors village. Its to fake. Tonight was special, so we ate desert. It was Bread with coconut milk on it with pineapple. After dinner I went to go change into my pajamas and pulled out an old scrap book my parents made before they escaped, I look at the scrap book before every reaping just to remember the way my parents look. I look just like my mom. Same sharp features and brunette hair. The only thing different is my eyes. My eyes are that same bright blue-green that my dad and his brother have. That's the only this I have in common with Finnick. Even height wise, he stands almost a foot taller than my 5'2 frame. I change from my grey t-shirt and green shorts into a pink tank top, and black shorts. The work me and Finnick do is illegal. All food caught has to be turned into the capitol, but our fishing place is so remote, no peacekeepers rome here. "Goodnight Finny!" I said giggling to his nickname. "Goodnight Candy!". And to that I closed my eyes and held my pearl close hoping I won't get picked for the annual Hunger Games tomorrow.

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