p style="text-align: left;"Emerald Desiree hunger games fanfic CH:1/p
p style="text-align: left;" People have always told me that I am beautiful. That I have sea green eyes and hair as golden as the sun. The iconic look of district four. But they could just be sparing my feelings, I wouldn't know the difference. You see, I am an average 13 year old girl except for the sad but true fact that I am as blind as a bat in a dark cave at night. But... life isn't hard for me at all. I guess I don't really know any better. /p
p style="text-align: left;" I have only one vague memory of sight. It was a picnic, at sunset, on the beach. The fuchsia sky, glowing in the background. My whole family was there. My younger twin brothers, Anson and Reed, my distant mother, and my father. I remember the sun going down as we ate dried fish and seaweed chips. I was six. This is my happiest memory. But, happiness was soon followed by tears. Because, this was the night my father disappeared/p
p style="text-align: left;"Before the revolution, the district separation, the end of America as we knew it, and the beginning of Panem, before the hunger games was nothing more than an idea in the brain of a presidential candidate./p
p style="text-align: left;" President Snow was elected three years ago. This is our second annual hunger games. I was eleven when the Capitol came up with an idea to stop the "so called" famines and war. It was all just a big scheme to show how much the government had the power to rule./p
p style="text-align: left;" It was an idea that seemed good to the people with loads of sugar coating and a new form of torture called hijacking. The Capitol has the ability to brainwash anyone and anything. From escaped convicts, to their very own soldiers, to innocent animals!/p
p style="text-align: left;" But I can't complain, after my dad's mysterious disappearance, there was a healthy bribe on our doorstep, so life's been good. But I guess I forgot to mention the whole "blind part" of my life./p
p style="text-align: left;" Well, my best friend at the time, my Grandpa, took me on my first swim lesson. It's a tradition for all of district four to teach their children to swim at age 6. But my deadbeat mom chose not too, so my seemingly best and only friend in district four, my grandpa, wanted to take me./p
p style="text-align: left;" All I remember about that day, is the frozen look of terror on my grandpas face when he saw the sharks in the water. He didn't run, he fought back, but it didn't help, there was a red stain in the water before I knew what was happening. I had just witnessed the death of my best friend! I blindly dog paddled as fast as I could, but I remember hitting my head on a rock and waking up to no sight. /p
p style="text-align: left;" We had enough money to try get my sight back. But nothing seemed to work. The doctors said I was a living miracle, That when I hit the rock, It triggered a concussion, but I also sank in the water which made my brain suffer through a very dangerous amount of pressure. When they found me, I had a 1.8% chance of living. And I beat the odds! But I still awoke to screaming fits, followed by complete darkness and utter silence./p
p style="text-align: left;" But, blindness is much different than you think. People think it's all black all the time. But it's different. When there's a light shining right in my eye, I can see the faintest glow of gray, but it's torture to me because it reminds me of all that I'm missing. /p
p style="text-align: left;" Color is my dream. I can only hope that one day I can see a rainbow of vibrant colors after a glorious gray rainstorm./p
p style="text-align: left;" My life wasn't perfect, but it was pretty close. Until reaping /strong/p
p style="text-align: left;" People have always told me that I am beautiful. That I have sea green eyes and hair as golden as the sun. The iconic look of district four. But they could just be sparing my feelings, I wouldn't know the difference. You see, I am an average 13 year old girl except for the sad but true fact that I am as blind as a bat in a dark cave at night. But... life isn't hard for me at all. I guess I don't really know any better. /p
p style="text-align: left;" I have only one vague memory of sight. It was a picnic, at sunset, on the beach. The fuchsia sky, glowing in the background. My whole family was there. My younger twin brothers, Anson and Reed, my distant mother, and my father. I remember the sun going down as we ate dried fish and seaweed chips. I was six. This is my happiest memory. But, happiness was soon followed by tears. Because, this was the night my father disappeared/p
p style="text-align: left;"Before the revolution, the district separation, the end of America as we knew it, and the beginning of Panem, before the hunger games was nothing more than an idea in the brain of a presidential candidate./p
p style="text-align: left;" President Snow was elected three years ago. This is our second annual hunger games. I was eleven when the Capitol came up with an idea to stop the "so called" famines and war. It was all just a big scheme to show how much the government had the power to rule./p
p style="text-align: left;" It was an idea that seemed good to the people with loads of sugar coating and a new form of torture called hijacking. The Capitol has the ability to brainwash anyone and anything. From escaped convicts, to their very own soldiers, to innocent animals!/p
p style="text-align: left;" But I can't complain, after my dad's mysterious disappearance, there was a healthy bribe on our doorstep, so life's been good. But I guess I forgot to mention the whole "blind part" of my life./p
p style="text-align: left;" Well, my best friend at the time, my Grandpa, took me on my first swim lesson. It's a tradition for all of district four to teach their children to swim at age 6. But my deadbeat mom chose not too, so my seemingly best and only friend in district four, my grandpa, wanted to take me./p
p style="text-align: left;" All I remember about that day, is the frozen look of terror on my grandpas face when he saw the sharks in the water. He didn't run, he fought back, but it didn't help, there was a red stain in the water before I knew what was happening. I had just witnessed the death of my best friend! I blindly dog paddled as fast as I could, but I remember hitting my head on a rock and waking up to no sight. /p
p style="text-align: left;" We had enough money to try get my sight back. But nothing seemed to work. The doctors said I was a living miracle, That when I hit the rock, It triggered a concussion, but I also sank in the water which made my brain suffer through a very dangerous amount of pressure. When they found me, I had a 1.8% chance of living. And I beat the odds! But I still awoke to screaming fits, followed by complete darkness and utter silence./p
p style="text-align: left;" But, blindness is much different than you think. People think it's all black all the time. But it's different. When there's a light shining right in my eye, I can see the faintest glow of gray, but it's torture to me because it reminds me of all that I'm missing. /p
p style="text-align: left;" Color is my dream. I can only hope that one day I can see a rainbow of vibrant colors after a glorious gray rainstorm./p
p style="text-align: left;" My life wasn't perfect, but it was pretty close. Until reaping /strong/p