I just finished the watching the Hobbit. It was AMAZING. Peter Jackson is an amazing director. It was very close to being LOTR good. Maybe the same. But, best movie series in the world.
Quick question for British people. Do you spell ass like ass or arse?
Anyways. Enough about the Hobbit and spelling. Back to the HG. So should I do boys first or girls first? I think it was ladies first last time. So guys first. Oh and Merry day after Christmas.
Too bad Word doesn't have emoticons…
Jasper Tempest POV
"Why the hell were you cheating on me with that bitch?!" came the yelling from the living room. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. There they go again. I felt my little sister wiggle into my bed next to me. She stared at me with eyes like glass at the breaking point. "They're fighting again," she whispered, close to tears.
"I know," I murmured, pulling her close to me. "What is it this time?" she asked. I listened and caught the words drunk, bitch, fuck, sex, and various other swear words. Stuff that Stace shouldn't be hearing. "I think dad got caught fucking another woman when he was drunk," I answered. "Will they divorce?" Stace whispered. "No. Because they don't want to argue over who keep who and because they love us," I lied. We both knew it was because it was too expensive, but it was nice to humor ourselves once in a while and pretend that our parents actually paid attention to us. I wondered what had happened to the happy family we once had.
I glanced at my alarm clock and swore. Stace glared at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, rolling out of bed. "You wanna change first? I'll look the other way," I suggested. Stace nodded. "I don't trust you," she smiled mischievously. "Go in the closet." Grumbling I obeyed. I epic fail. I mean, an eighteen-year-old guy obeying his twelve-year-old 'lil sis? Sure… Don't tell my friends.
I waited impatiently in the closet. "Screw it," I mumbled slipping out. "Can you help me with the zipper?" Stace asked. I breathed out a sigh of relief. As close as we were, it would still be awkward to walk in on my naked sis. I helped her with the zipper of ma's old dress. "I'm scared Jasper," she whispered. "If you get picked, I promise I'll volunteer for you," I whispered to her. "Don't. Just don't," she pleaded. I stared at her and nodded. "Your turn to go to the closet," I said, giving her a slight shove. "Hell no. I'm dressed. I can go outside." I stared at her retreating figure. Women.
After yanking on an old suit, went outside for breakfast. Ma and Da had stopped arguing, but I could hear the stony silence. They kept shoting glare at each other. I knew they would be fine after dinner. Same cycle over and over.
I pulled Stace to the reaping. It was her first and my last. The odds were not in my favor. I had refused to let Stace put her name in more than once. Mine was in there almost 35 times. I'm screwed. "Hey hot stuff," my friend (but hopefully more then that) Keera said catching up to me. "Good luck at the reaping," she said. "Stace, go up ahead and find your friends," I told my little sister. I turned to Keera. "If I get reaped, promise me you'll take care of Stace. I know my parents won't." She nodded. She knew I had no chance of escaping the reaping. I had a lot of friends, but I knew they wouldn't volunteer if I were chosen.
"Good luck," she whispered to me before heading over to the spectator area. The escort strolled onto the stage, looking bored. "Let's get this over with," she muttered in a monotone. She droned on about the history of blah blah blah and all that shit. Finally, the moment of truth. "Ladies first. Jasmine Carter!" A tiny girl slowly and stiffly walked over to the stage. Now was the boys. "Jasper Tempest!" I froze. "No!" I heard Stace shriek. I took a deep breath and strolled forward. I had to put to a brave face for my Stace. I'm sorry little sis. I'll win for you.
Jasmine Carter POV
My mother thrashed and screamed, mad with anger for her younger sister. She had died in the games. "Stop, dear!" dad shouted, trying to calm her. "Control your wife man!" the Peacekeeper yelled. Mother attacked the nearest Peacekeeper. "No," da shouted.
I woke up screaming before the trigger was pulled. I wasn't there. I was only one. Even if I were, I wouldn't have remembered. Mother had been killed without hesitation. Father had succumbed to depression a month later. Aunty Chess and Uncle Thomas had told me what had happened when I was old enough to understand. I live with them now.
"Jasmine dear, are you okay?" Aunty Chess asked, poking her worried head in. "Fine," I mumbled. "Just a nightmare." She nodded understandingly. "Get dressed," she told me softly.
Oh right. Reaping Day. The cursed day. The day of the dead. The… okay you get the point. I still hated it though.
I sighed and rolled out of bed. I pulled on my best dress, which was also my only one, and went to the kitchen. The pot was on the fire. I stared at the beautiful flames, the flying sparks. I never understood why I had such an addiction with fire. But, it was just beautiful. The orange mixed with yellow, and the blue heart of the flame.
"Hey Shorty!" one of the jerky boys in my class called out to me. "Hey acne!" I retorted. Unlike most girls in my class, I didn't start bawling my eyes out when I get insulted. I either get super pissed, or I insult right back. Getting super pissed happens more often though.
After I finished getting my blood tested, the peacekeeper tried taking me to the twelve-year-old section. Seriously?! I was fifteen. Idiots. Then, was the reaping. I listened to the boring speech, trying not to fall asleep. Then, was the drawing time.
"Jasmine Carter!" Oh shit. The nightmares raced through my mind as I slowly mounted the steps. Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't panic. Just keep walking. I did my best to maintain a smooth exterior, but I'm pretty sure it didn't work.
I stayed frozen until the next tribute was called. He was gorgeous. No. No. Don't think about it. But, I could see his future "girlfriends" crying. They might not have a chance to date him ever again. Wait what the hell am I thinking?! He's like three years older than me. I am an idiot. Stupid hormones. Focus. I have to live. Not drool over a stupid hot guy.
Then, a thought occurred to me. I could watch fire burn. Oh yeah. Burn, baby burn.
Did I write Jasmine a bit weirdly? For some reason, the second ones always turn out worse than the first one. Oh well. Anyways. Review! I'm almost half-way through the districts. Or was this half-way? Whatever review!
