This is my Foxface one-shot I hope you like it!
I remember when I was little, before I was reaped, before my father was killed, before my life was doomed. My father would play with me in our tiny back yard and teach me how to steal. I know that fathers shouldn't teach their daughters to steal, but it runs in my blood. It was just me and him, mother walked out on him 3 weeks after I was born. I was motherless but I couldn't care less. I was happy with my father. Until he was hanged.
They finally caught him stealing, I was heartbroken of course but I had to pull through. As soon as I turned 14 I started stealing, staying hidden from people looking from me. I refuse to go into the shelter. Along with other people I've seen what they do to those kids. It wasn't an option, but staying hidden was. All these things swirl in my mind, the sound of my fathers foot steps, my mothers abandonment, the way I would laugh when my father pushed me on the tire swing, and my first date.
My life was good. So I say goodbye to those memories and say hello to my father as I take my last breath and let go of my silk red hair.
It was a short one I know. Review! Oh and the one that gave me the idea to do this was iloverueforever! Thanks!
-Em