I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY CHARACTER (S), ALL RIGHTS GO TO SUZANNE COLINS FOR WRITING THE FANTASTIC HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY
His name was Jake, Jake Romano to be exact. He was from District 12. And he was completely insane. He didn't show it though. The only time you ever even had a clue as to how unstable he really was, was when you saw him, when he hadn't taken his medicine, which was made by our poor town's doctor: Mrs. Everdeen. She really is quite a whiz with natural medicines. Jake's medicine on the other hand doesn't get rid of his condition. In fact, the only reason it works at all is because it makes him so tired he just sleeps a whole lot. But trust me, that's so much better than the alternative. Let me give you an example. The year was 2500, also known as the year of the 74th hunger games.
When I woke up, the first thing I wanted to do was, break something. Then I changed my mind to wanting to laugh, then to running around outside. I finally settled on getting some breakfast, then seeing if I had any chance of not taking my medication after getting them. I feel like causing some chaos this morning. So, I got out of bed and started to get dressed when I heard a knock on my door.
"Yes, Mom?" I said.
"I just wanted to make sure you were up Hon. In case you forgot, it's reaping day." My mom said through the door.
"Oh crap, it is reaping day, isn't it. I had completely forgotten actually. Well then I'm definitely not taking my meds today." I thought to myself. "Okay mom, I'll be right down." I called.
I got dressed in the nicest clothes I had, left my room and practically flew downstairs. Quickly peeking around the corner into the kitchen, my heart whooped when I noticed that my mother wasn't there. I ran as quickly as I could to the piece of crap fridge we had, grabbed a loaf of bread, and hid it under my chair. Just as I sat down my mom came around the corner.
"What do you want for breakfast honey?" She asked.
"Can I just have some bread?" I asked.
"Sure." She went to the fridge and opened the door, and bent over to open a compartment at the bottom. She pulled out my special bread (which was what I called it, since it had my medication baked into it) and handed it to me. She then turned around to wash her hands in the sink which is when I took seized my chance. As quickly and quietly as I could, I took my special bread and threw it out the broken window of our kitchen. Then I took the normal bread out from under the chair and started to eat just as my mother turned around.
"So you ready for reaping day honey?" she asked with worry written all over her face.
"Mom, let's just say, ready is an understatement." I replied.
