Okay, I know this is unexpected. But I got this inspiration and was all like, I MUST WRITE THIS SHIT.
I am not in the land of no internet connection. I just don't really have time to update.
I also know that you guys know I write a lot of parodies. This was a random serious idea. Please review!
Every person has love like a bucket of seashells. Some are covered in scum and sand. Some are riddled with holes. Some are straight-out crushed. Some people's are perfect and beautiful.
Annie's love is like a bucket of perfect seashells.
Pure, white. Scrubbed free of dirt and filth. Very rare, the kind of love she has. Beautiful. The kind everyone wants.
If you went into District Four, you would find many beaches. There is a particular beach in District Four where she sits.
Every morning, a pretty girl named Annie Cresta walks from her beach-side house to that very beach. The pale white sand collapses under her feet as she sits down by the chain-link fence that marks the end of the beach.
She leans up against the fence, and pulls a crumpled piece of cardboard out from under her shawl. With a fat-tipped permanent marker, she writes this on the cardboard:
BUY ME FOR A NIGHT OF LOVE
Crowds of people walk past her sneering and smirking. "Fucking whore," snaps a guy her age. Annie's face falls. She hates being talked about that way. She's only heard such vile words coming from the Careers in her Hunger Games. She bites her chapped lower lip and looks down at the ground, holding the sign in front of her as if to hide her.
The people think that her prostitution is of her free will. They are deathly wrong.
When Annie got out of the arena, she was taken to President Snow, who explained about her requirements as an attractive victor. She didn't know what to say then. She sat there in the President's office, her head racing from pain medication.
When Annie went into the arena, she was a virgin. When she got out, she was still a virgin. She had her perfect bucket of perfect pure white shells.
A week later, five shells were taken away from her.
Annie Cresta is one of those rare people that love to love and hate to hate. While most people's buckets of shells are covered in a seaweed-ish slime that refuses to come off, Annie's are perfectly clean.
Little by little, one-night stand by one-night stand, Annie's shells are taken away from her until only one remains.
It is the very best shell of the best- her best kind of love. True love. Real love. Love like she means it. She does mean it. Annie waits for the man of her dreams, and when that man comes along, they keep the shell to treasure forever together. That man is Finnick Odair.
But even then, President Snow forces her to sell herself. She still sits on that beach holding that sign, getting bought over and over until she has a negative number of love. Except for that one shell, which her and Finnick treasure together.
She sits on the beach with that cardboard sign. People kick sand at her. Fisherman point at her and laugh. Her bucket of shells fills with scummy, broken shells. At the bottom of the bucket is her and Finnick's love, their union.
She sells seashells on the sea shore.
I had to say that at the end... anyway. It was a little confusing, sorry about that. I kind of just had to write this idea out. Please review! :)