Laurel Janelise- District 7 Female Tribute of the 51st Annual Hunger Games
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Cold. So cold. Cold to take your life. To freeze your soul and carry it to the motherland. To let you bask in the eternal darkness and suffer. Suffer till no end. I am Laurel Janelise. 15 years old. District 7 Tribute of the 51st Annual Hunger Games.
Nighttime has fallen over the Arena, the first night here. Above the trees are tiny specks of silver that 23 children will reach, hang on with all their might as they watch the rest of us suffer. Fight for life in this unforgiving Arena. To say that the Arena is terrifying is an understatement. It's haunting; the dead roam with their cold and damaged bodies and whisper to us, their hopes and failures rising in their throats. The dead's lips turn my skin to ice as I rummage through my limp sack, searching for warmth. A water bottle, dried fruit, and tears of hopelessness litter the frozen ground. No hope. How could a tribute survive on this? I need a sleeping bag, matches, and will power to get me through tonight. Could I actually win? To kill other innocent children like me? To live to see another day? No, I couldn't. I couldn't bear to live a day were I killed someone, to live under the Capitol's flickering flame, no matter the warmth and wealth it would give me. When the time comes, I will sacrifice myself. I know that living the rest of my days that I, Laurel Acacia Janelise, couldn't sleep at night or forget the dead's haunting eyes. Their mouths curl in disgust and revenge. Their essences would reek of death and hurt, their eyes dark with bloodlust. Every time I would close my eyes the dead's sick and distorted faces would grin back at me, waiting for me to join them in the eternal darkness. But for now, I must live what very little life I have left…
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My body snaps toward the direction of the cannon and my body soars. The adrenaline runs rampant in my veins as I grab my backpack with what very little supplies lay within. I run, my legs and brain no longer in sync. My body's functions are chaotic, internal instinct kicking in. My legs carry me far, I bump into too many tree limbs to count and my face is now covered in deep slashes. The blood trickles down my face and the cold bitter air kisses my wounds, making my face sting. I fight through bitter tears as I finally reach the Cornucopia. I find a small tent and lie in its embrace. Strange, the Careers would be here, wouldn't they? I adjust myself to where I'm somewhat sitting up and see a large fire. It crackles and burns wood and ever entices me to join it. Like a moth to a flame I am finding myself slowly dragging myself to this wondrous sight. My lips quiver and cheeks flush pink as the warmth and I are finally reunited. The moonlight shines a brilliant blue over the abandoned field and just I and the fire are left to make amends. Suddenly I hear the soft hum of cackles in the distance, my body perks up above the wisps and watch in horror as the Career pack makes their way to the Cornucopia, satisfied with the latest death. I hear them, the dead calling to me. They speak in hushed voices, saying 'Join us Laurel.' Their hushed and undistinguishable voices turn demonic and high. I cover my ears to drown out their screams, but it doesn't help. The Careers have now spotted me and are sprinting, weapons in hand and eyes dark with evil. This is it, Laurel. This is your end. I turn to the loud crackling flames, my eyes widen and lips turn up in a demonic grin. Yes, what better way to go then take your own life? To be responsible for my own demise would be much less painful then to go by another's hand. On impulse I leap into the flames, the flames scorch and burn my tanned skin, howling in protest. I squirm and convulse under its grip, my black hair scorches and fills my nostrils. My green eyes roll into the back of my head. My mouth clenches and screams in terror as a bright light flashes before my eyes. The darkness descends and I can't see, just hear the Careers yell in protest as they fight to have been the cause of my demise.
I am Laurel Janelise. 15 years old. District 7 Tribute of the 51st Annual Hunger Games. The girl on fire…
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A/N: I thought, hmm what if there was a girl on fire before Katniss, and well this is the result. All reviews are read and very much appreciated