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Sakira Loyola (Age 17) female – District 10

"I don't like bugs!" I shriek at Darius, my voice slightly cracking when I say the word bugs. And much to my disgust, Darius smiles at me and leans down to pick up the injured wasp. To make it worse he holds it out in front of my face. I shriek again, louder this time. Darius jerks back the bug and holds it in an almost protective position.

"Shush! You're going to let every tribute know our location if you keep this up. It's just a harmless little wasp; he won't hurt you." Darius says in a whisper, trying to calm me down. He isn't very good at it.

"Yeah, it's just one harmless wasp. Before you know it, there will be two harmless wasps. Then a whole swarm of them! Darry, you shouldn't play with him. Let's keep moving." Darius gave me a look that reminded me of a five-year-old, his brown eyes pleading with me to stay. I roll my eyes.

"Fine, Darry, real mature for seventeen. But when we get killed by a swarm of wasps, I blame you." I say. Darry gives me the crooked smile that he says is my smile; for I'm the only one he smiles like that for. I ignore him I stomp over to sit by the trunk of an overlying tree.

I observe in annoyance at Darius' attempts to heal the wasp. Or maybe it was fascination that he actually was able to do that. He was able to do similar things to livestock back in District 10. I let my eyes slip half-closed. It seems quiet, almost as if nature is at peace.

Then I hear the buzzing. It seems faint at first; but after concentration I realize that it is actually quite near. Very close, in fact. I look up to the tree to identify the source. I try not to scream when I see them. The trackerjackers, and there is a whole nest of them.

It was no wasp Darius was messing with. It was a trackerjacker. And it was only a matter of time before they all went for Darius. They didn't like when people messed with their own. "Darry, Run! It's a trackerjacker!" Darius looks at me for a moment, and then it registers. He drops the bug and runs to me. The buzzing increases. I know it's only a matter of time now.

Darius grabs my arm and starts to move me away. It's too late. The killers are upon us. The first sting was a shock; it was eventually followed by pain and more stings. After less than a minute, Darius and I fall. Hand in hand, side by side. Until death do we part.

Pain seeps through my veins. The venom brings visions of horror, but I see none of it. I might as well not even be in the arena. All I feel is the constricting of my throat as the venom swells my body. Suffocating, air source cut off, that is the cause of death. It is the same death I share with my love. And it is my love that I blame for my death.


Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. "Add more detail." Maybe some other chapter, but, this works better short. Why? 'cause I didn't want to write more. Lazy person ;D. Thanks to mockingjay1199 and District Thirteen for reviewing! Thanks for reading! Review!