The Reaping

"I had made breakfast as I insisted my mother to sit down. I made plain omelets with the little materials we had. Sliding her plate towards her, I sat down and scarfed my plate down. Mum took slow and steady bites. After ten long minutes we had finished. The silence was unbearable. I lifted my eyes back up to hers. She was staring at me back, but tears were streaming down her face. I dropped down by her side and asked, “Why are you crying love?” Through choked sobs she said, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” And I hugged her tightly as I felt my shoulder being wet with her tears. “You won’t,” I said with pure determination on my face, “you never will.” I held my mother as my muscles flexed to squeeze her tighter."

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Hi! This is a new story I am going to be working on! It is some what a hunger games story even though I am not a big fan myself. This story was originally an essay I had to write in my English class that everyone fell in love with and told me to go bigger.
Yep. Hi. Please enjoy if you will.