Hi, I'm Skye, and my friend who does not live here... is Lylas (her account is Lyllas)! We decided to start this little story about Cinna from The Hunger Games. We both took uneven turns writing and this came out I guess. It's been so much fun writing this! As always, R&R ;) If you find any misspellings or grammar mistakes tell me. We try our hardest to make it bearable to read !
When we are all born we all have families. They teach us, provide us, love us, but in my case, this does not apply to me.
I came out crying, like all babies. I was an average sized kid, born into a family of 7. Cinna Valkiaz, is what they called me. "Doesn't need much thought." And that was that.
They filled out legal papers, my mom got out of the hospital a few days later, and I went home to see the rest of my family. That day was windy and freezing cold. Our house was a grand house, and I had a room, in a cellar. I could hear screaming, and yelling. Even though I was just an infant I knew this wasn't going to be pretty.
My parents opened the door to the grand house and stepped inside. They knocked on the door on the left and waited. My older sister Rosie came up the stairs, which had broken wood and sharp nails sticking out on the steps. "So what's its name?" My sister snapped, "Cinna, now get it out of my sight." My mother snapped back.
"We're getting matching tattoos tonight." My father said excitedly. "Like I care, by the way, we're starving, we need food, it's time you use the money the Capitol gives you for us to feed us instead of decorating your decadent bodies!" Rosie's voice had risen into a yell. My mother handed her a bag of food.
"Make sure you don't come up in a half an hour. Friends will be over, and make sure all the kids are shut up, you know what happens if you don't." Rosie gave her a glare. "I hate you." She said quickly before turning around and closing the door behind her. "Darling, you can't live without me!" I heard my mother shout, and then giggle satisfyingly.
Walking down the stairs the yelling got louder, and the smell stunk. Once Rosie got to the bottom of the stairs she threw the bag of food over to the side and said in her loudest voice possible, "You all better keep your act up. Or you know what happens." The whole room got quiet, it seemed almost impossible.
"In half an hour," She continued. The noise came back again and I was placed somewhere cold.
I was scared what would happen in half an hour, even though I didn't know what it meant, so I didn't let it get to me, and went to sleep.
But was soon awakened by loudness, Rosie was yelling again. It must be hard on her. "Taci, Mila, Lupta, Corb, you have to shut up now!" The whole room went silent; the only sound was the sound of the doorbell and then the clanking of heels on the floor. "Welcome, come on in!" The sound of my mother's voice was only faintly heard. More heels clanked on the floor.
And then someone farted. First it was giggles, but then a louder fart appeared and the room roared with laughter.
"That smells!" Mila shouted,
"Corb, that's gross. Say excuse me!"
"Wow that was hilarious!"
"Do it again, again!"
And so on, but they could only be covered by Rosie's agony.
"Be quiet!" She shouted.
The room had a few giggles but was mostly silent. The awkward conversation could be heard from upstairs,
"What was that?"
"Ha-ha, those little creatures,"
"Little creatures?"
"Let's have some tea and pastries!"
End of conversation.
The next hour seemed like torture, well, torture for them.
"Goodbye! Come back soon!"
"Yes we will! Your place is lovely."
"Oh, I'm sure it's not THAT lovely."
Then the door shut and the sound of a car engine could be heard. After a few moments the door to the cellar was slammed open.
"Do you know how embarrassed I was?" My mother screeched to the children and teenagers hiding in the darkness. She flipped the switch on and sobs and crying could be heard. Horrible sounds and pictures could be heard and seen.
My mother was almost done with them while she was cursing them under her breath. "Brats… only worth money." and then out of the corner of her eye, she saw me.
A few steps towards me and then I was knocked out.