I clench my teeth and scrunch up my face, trying to hold in my anger; but I can't take it.
My fist flies towards Marz's face and hits her smack bang in the middle of her nose.
It feels good but then the warm, fresh, red blood trickles down her face and the guilt starts to hit me.
I lean forward and hug her even tough it may ruin my tough reputation.
I blabber on for ten minutes about how sorry I am until I realise what I am saying.
Yeah, I guess I love Marz, but I have never felt sorry for someone before.
Am I becoming soft? I sure hope not. I take her down to the pond to go fishing.
"Eb, what if I get reaped tomorrow?" She asked. I somehow found myself teary,
"I don't know Eb, maybe some one will volunteer." "But what if they don't?" I had to think about that one myself.
"Then…" I trailed off, "Hey, is that a tug on your line?" I say, changing the subject.
I help her reel in her line and pretend not to notice the flake on the end of it so that she can discover it for herself.
"Ebby! Ebby! A flake! Can we have it for the hunger games feast tonight? Please, Eb!" Marz was ecstatic, "Haha, sure Marz," I responded, laughing.
"But you better help me cook it!" 'Sure!" We stay at the pond for a few more minutes staring at our demented reflections before we trudge home to prepare dinner.
I am starting to feel nervous for tomorrow, fearing Marz's reaction if I get reaped, what if she volunteers for me?
She is definitely too fragile to go to the games. I will just have to wait and see.
That night after chowing down on the amazing cranberry coated flake I went to bed feeling really tired.
I just couldn't''t come to a conclusion about the reaping. I tossed and turned all night until the daylight finally shone through my curtains to reveal the day of the reaping…