The first hunger games- Abandoned

Chapter four: Emeralda

As I walk through the door of my first class of the day, I prepare myself for the worst class of the school year. Science. Why do we even need to know science? And with the feelings I'm feeling right now, this will be even worse of a class. I wasn't paying attention for any of the class, I was to busy thinking about all of those dead children, as well as thinking about how many hours Layla, Scath and I spent outside in the meadows running, jumping and laughing when we where five, six, and seven, then seeing us all going to the square during the war to receive rations and hiding out in the bomb shelters when we weren't supposed to. Then, I see my two best friends burning to death in front of my eyes and not being able to do anything. I see them passing out from the smoke, myself trying to drag them out of the building with me, my mother and brother screaming at me to get out, my brother running in, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the building before I got to say goodbye. The building collapsing and bursting into even more flames. I see the faces of their parents, and I see the faces of them right before they pass out. I only come back to reality when i notice that I have drawn out what I was envisioning and that every one is leaving, it must be time for my next class. I didn't think about changing the expression on my face until I saw Emerald walking towards me. She must have already seen my depressed state because as soon as she comes up next to me she asks me what I'm almost always depressed about. "thinking about your brother?" "Actually, no" I reply trying to lighten up the conversation, but failing "Layla and Scath?" She asks "yes" I reply meekly while looking down at my sheet of doodles, before covering it with my hand. Emeralds real name is Emeralda, but she prefers Emerald. She became and is, my one and only friend. We started to talk and eventually enjoy each others company when the school re-opened. She is the same age as myself only three months older. "You coming to math?" She asks as we walk through the halls "yeah, I guess. I can't really afford to miss any more classes" every Tuesday and some Fridays I usually end up skipping either first or second period because I have to pass the pictures on the walls and I can never really contain my sadness. It's one of my, you could call it, weaknesses. Having to remember my own or someone I knows pain. At least if its someone I don't really know I don't ever really care to much, I know that probably sounds cold hearted, but there is so much suffering in District six I can only handle caring about my family and my friends. It's even better that I only have my mom as my family and only Emerald as my friend or else I'd have even more people to feel for.