OH MY GAWSH. I haven't written in forever! Aren't you all excited as a jackrabbit in June! -Belindamomentplz- Anyway, I hope you enjoy my VERY LATE, but newest installment of BOF. It's a bit short, and a bit random near it's end. But I hope you enjoy it!
*TROPE'S POV*
"This train is really boring." Sona mumbled from his seat by the window. He is SERIOUSLY pushing my buttons now. "WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP?!" I screech, throwing the nearest thing at him. Sona looks surprised as the pillow smacks him in the face, and he suddenly has fire in his eyes. "What the hell was that for, you BITCH?" He growls, sounding almost inhumane. I cringe as he suddenly starts chunking china plates at the wall behind me, then stalks off to his room. Where did this come from? All of a sudden, I get the best idea in the world and grin. If this happens again in the arena, and I'm with him, he can do all the dirty work! But that wouldn't be any fun at all…Especially if we come face to face with that Penny girl. She's my kill, and my kill only. Nothing can stop me. I. Want. To. Win. These. Games.
That night, I just couldn't sleep. Thoughts of the cruelest possible way to kill that girl danced in my head. I thought, and thought, and thought… Then I had it. If she has allies, I need to kill them first. Right in front of her in slow, painful ways. Then, I'll kill her in a slow, painful way. Make her suffer by watching her little friends die, then kill her too! What a wonderful little brain I have.
*PENNY'S POV*
You know what really sucks? When you're a tribute in the Hunger Games and you can't even kill a bug without screaming your head off.
Once, not too long ago actually, I was home alone. Mom was out buying things with what little money she had. All of a sudden, a ROACH crawled out from under the table. I screamed so loud, you would have thought I was a tribute THEN. I hopped up on my chair, squealing like an idiot. As soon as the roach crawled away, I ran and looked for something to squash it with. I found a flyswatter, and took my position. I looked brave enough, but I was scared shitless when that roach crawled towards me. I screeched and slammed the swatter down blindly, missing the roach by inches. Then I realized something: IT COULD FLY. "Dammit!" I groaned at the ceiling, wishing my mom was home to help me defeat my enemy. But Mommy can't always be there to hold your hand and guide you along. I know that now.
I chased the little bugger throughout our small shack, screaming/singing an old song my mother would sing when she thought I wasn't near and she was working on a customer's laundry. Finally, I cornered the little thing. Of course, it flew up in my face, causing me to scream even louder than before. It went to fly out the door as my mother walked in, yelling "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SCREECHING ABOUT, PENNY MAR- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The roach landed on her face. I sprung into action. I leaped off the chair I was on, and SWATTED it! Obviously, my mother wasn't all too happy about that… I danced around our house, yelling "BITCHES GET STITCHES!" and cheering. She should have thanked me! Instead, she sent me to my room without supper.
Moral of story? I don't know, but Belinda sure got a kick out of it. I smiled as I dozed off to sleep on the train. Even though I will die soon, I should live like I mean it. Which includes making an old lady laugh her ass off.