A Dagger in the Sea

Author Note:Hi, guys! :D I'm Prim, (and you can tell clearly from my username,) and I have an annoucment: I have adopted a story! ^_^ The title of the story is "A Dagger in the Sea", and it was orginally by 2Loaves-and-a-Dandelion. She stopped the story at Chapter 8 before putting it up for adoption, and so of course I will put them up here before continuing. I hope you guys loved, because the idea is very unique, I personally love it, and...well, I hope I don't screw it up too bad! ;)

P.S. Pardon the cursing. Noelle has a cursing problem, apparently...:P


"Noelle! Get your butt down here! Dad says he's gonna come up there and drag you down if you dont!"

"Ok,ok! Damn, Roman I'll be down in a second!", I screamed down the stairs at my big brother. He doesnt know what I have to go through today. He doesn't know I'm going to volunteer. Only my father does. It was the worst conversation of my life. All he did was scream. Not at me, at "that damn bowl". He screamed and cussed and practically broke his hand after he punched the wall. All over that damn bowl.

I would've had the same conversation with my mom but she left us for a fancy capitol man. It wasnt hard for Roman and I. We were the poorest family in District 4.

"That's one really long second Noey!", my big brother might not understand girls but he sure knows how to piss them off. I walked down the stairs to see my Dad and Roman ready to walk out the door.

"Dad, we can't leave yet. You promised Aunt Elaine would come over and do my hair". My father might hate that damn bowl but he oreferred his family look nice around it.

"Just put it in a ponytail so we could go", my father's voice was soft but firm. Yet his eyes said it all. They said No one's going to care what you look like. They're going to be baffled at the fact that 13 year old was volunteering. I grabbed a ribbon and tied up my hair. It matched my dress. It was sea green, me and my mother's favorite color.

Roman and I went to get our blood taken while Dad went to stand with the adults. I went over to the 13 year old section and started playing with my belt. My father gave it to me to use as a token. It was a beatiful blue and the buckle was old and so sharp it could cut you. That's why my father gave it to me. It was my best tool. It was what had given me the confidence to volunteer. It was like a dagger.

"And May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor!", the District 4 escort, Gemini's, voice took me out of my thoughts. "Ladies, first!", she said as she put her hand in the reaping bowl. I looked at my father and he looked at me. His eyes said dont do it, but his mouth said "do it for us". I didnt need him to tell me this. I already knew we were the poorest family in District 4. I already knew what I had to do. That's probably why after Gemini said a name I didn't even understand my hand shot up and I said, clear as the sea I love,"I volunteer as tribute".


Author Note: All credit goes to 2Loaves-and-a-Dandelion for the first eight chapters, guys. THE ABOVE WRITING IS BY NO MEANS MINE.

Oh, but please review! :)