The Hunger Games: Fight of the Districts
the echoing sound of mockingjays woke me up as I got out of bed groaning in pain from my recent hunt.
"Get up Brad," said my mom from down stairs. I grabbed my clothes and changed as I walked down stairs. I had just walked down stairs when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I said.
The door opened and Bloom came in. Bloom was my friend since as long as I can remember. My mom had asked me to go hunt for some food for dinner. As I was walking down the gravel into the forest something lunged at me. I pulled my knife out prepared to kill.
On top of me would be my new friend, Bloom. She explained that she hunted hear daily trying to find food to feed her and her family just as the others in town. The one thing that really caught my I was her weapon, a small shooter made out of twigs and sticks.
I asked who she was and she said Bloom. We began talking and we soon became friends. So here we are today.
"I'm going to the town, do you want to come," questioned Bloom. "I got nothing better to do" I replied. Here in district 3 there's not much to do. It's a very small town filled with only a few normal people. Well as normal as this town can get.
Bloom being one of them is why I'm her friend. We began heading to town, discussing our plans for the day when we entered the shop.
Inside was our town merchant, Gilan. He usually helps us out by lowering the prices. We traded him a possum and three squirrels for a pair of herbs that weren't common in our district.
After that we went hunting in the woods. "So…." I say. What did you really want? "There's something going on with the districts," said Bloom. I chuckle slightly then become serious. "How do you know?" I ask.
"I was hunting when I saw two peacekeepers," spoke Bloom. They said something was happening between the districts," finished Bloom. "You think there's actually something going on?" I ask.
I looked at the trees flooded with mockingjays as I thought of the possibility. Could she actually be right about a war going on? I couldn't put a second thought into it as the trees rustled. We dove behind a bush weapons ready as the enemy approached.
I grabbed my pocket knife mad out of sharpened sticks and a sawed off screw driver and began to climb the tree to get a better sight of the enemy.
I jumped down as the person jumped out of sight. "One more step and I kill," I threatened.
The person dropped there weapon as me and Bloom approached them still armed.
We looked behind the tree only to see someone our age. Must be there first time hunting I think. I snap back into reality and ask who they are. "Greg," replies the person obviously frightened.
Is this your first hunt? "Yes," he replies. Bloom stares at him with no expression then begins speaking. "I know him," she speaks. "I know him!" she yells as she backs away sobbing.
"You're the coward that my brother died for!" screamed Bloom. "I've never seen her cry before" I thought. She went from sad to angry in a split second and began charging at him. I lunged between them and held her back as the mockingjjays fluttered away.
"I could care less for that scum," said Greg in an arrogant tone. "Who do you think you are!" I yell at him once Bloom has calmed down. "I'm better than you," said the coward in a mocking tone.
This time I was the one that had to be held back as I almost strangled the jerk to death.
After the coward ran away and I settled down we began hunting. "How do you know that guy?" I ask. "I had a brother," she said. "He was one of those nice guys, fighting for his family and stuff," she said as she shot a dart into a deer. "It was the day of the reaping," she said teary.
"My brother was fourteen and I was 12," she continued. "That kid back there was called up?" I asked.
She nodded and continued. "Being the nice guy he is my brother volunteered for him," She said sobbing. "He never made it," she said sobbing harder than ever before.
"It was all because of that coward!" she yelled teary eyed. "I never knew," I began.
"You really think I'd tell anyone?" she asked. "So they could laugh at me as I cried like the coward I am," she spoke quietly. The moon was rising and my mother would probably be worried. "your not a coward to me," I spoke. "It doesn't matter what you think, she says.
"I didn't mean it!" she yells. It's to late, I'm already walking home as she stands in the forest. I go into the room and slam the door behind me not saying another word to anyone.
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