Shame on me, I am doing this right now. I'm tired, I'm exhausted and feel like someone rolled me over...
I'm 'finished' with that stupid reaping, which I almost gone insane over. That would be bad if I had gone insane and that means no more chapters. Sorry for the wait, for the past ten or eleven depending on when I post this, I was busy, and didn't want to write. Writers deserve a break sometimes and no I was not going to leave you guys.
In this universe Madge never died.
Thank you Norbus95, Maitriix, Nightcat, 1million, Crystal Heart for the tributes.
Nathan Dorsett (15,12)
Monsters are real...but am I a monster? A week ago, before I turned to this beast or whatever I am now turning into, I got bit by an unknown creature while I took out the trash on a full moon. The unknown animal had daunting yellow pupils and very shaggy hair. It looked like a werewolf but werewolves aren't real right?
"Nathan, come in the kitchen we have to talk," Mom bellowed. Oh my god she knows. What am I going to tell her?
I strolled into the kitchen, my heart beating heavily in my chest, thumping so loudly that I'm sure everyone could hear it. "What's this?" She placed the dead rabbit in front of me. The rabbit's black, dead eyes stared at me right through probably knows what's happening to me. "It's a rabbit," I told her.
"I know it's a rabbit but why did I find it on the table. Why are you eating meat all the sudden while in the past you were a vegetarian?" Mom asked, bewildered. "Are you going through a stage or what? Please tell me," she begged.
Before I could answer her, a knock interrupted us. I opened the door to see Carrie beamed at me. "Hello, Mrs. Dorsett, do you mind if I borrow Nathan for a little bit?" She ask.
Mom paused for a few moments to think about it before she open her mouth and told me her answer, "Sure, but we'll talk about this after."
Carrie and I went up to my room and she examined my bit closely. It seemed the bite on my arm transform it to something unrecognizable. The skin seem to droop like someone who just had a stroke, and my veins sharpen, bringing out the color more. I was a monster...
I grabbed a sweater to cover up the mark, making sure no one could see it. I don't want the concern or pity anyone gives to me. Carrie told me we are going to the library to see if there was anything about the beast I saw a week ago.
"Anything?" I asked.
"Nothing yet," Carrie replied.
"Well it's not good enough!" I hissed.
Carrie looked alarm at my sudden voice of change and I hit her for being too slow. "What-what did you do?" Carrie stuttered.
I stared at her in shock. Why did I hit Carrie for being too slow, it wasn't like me at all. It was like I was turning into a different person. The longer I had the bite, the more changes I gone through. It was being the same person, looks and all but the personality changed. I was a monster...
Peach Brooks (12,12)
I mixed the red into the blue paint mixing it to make purple. After a few mixing it turned to be a nice shade of purple and I painted it onto the canvas. I put my paintbrush into the water cup that was icky and dirty. I hanged my canvas onto my wall and smiled. It was perfection after spending almost a week on the painting, it was finally finished.
Esther touched me to acknowledge her presence and that I was no longer alone in my room, painting away all my feelings. I painted a lot and most of them was often about my crush, Joselo. He was kind and funny and I liked that about him.
Esther examined my paintings and told me that I should sell my paintings to earn a little money. It wasn't like my family didn't had money but it would be nice to have extra money.
Esther and I loaded my paintings that did not involved Joselo as a subject into the wagon.
"How much?" A lovely woman asked, looking at the paintings.
"Five cents," Esther butted in.
The woman looked dismayed at the price. The olive complexion, dull silver eyes and dirt covered all over the body. She was from the Seam, and in the Seam everyone was miserable.
Esther told me in sign language that the the woman wanted a painting and it costed five cents.
I told her that the woman should have it for free. The woman looked grateful as Esther told her that she should have it for free. Esther reluctantly handed over the painting and the woman smiled gratefully at the painting.
Esther and I stood in a corner waiting for customers and soon people from town and a few from the seam bought the paintings until we were left with nothing but an empty wagon and money.
Flint Sallow (14,12)
I squinted at the book I was currently reading. It seemed that every passing day, I had a hard time seeing.
It happened a few days ago after my tenth birthday. At first, it was only minor, can't see the tiny words that were on the books but then it turned to not seeing anything that wasn't blurry far away. I could only see about two or three feet away before it just got all blurry and I had to squint to be able to see clearly.
I hated not being able to see clearly and it made it tough at school especially doing homework. It made me wonder when I grow up if I was going to lose my eyesight.
It made my eyes strained as I continued to read at my desk and I got up from my chair and went to where mother was located at.
"Mom, I think I need glasses," I told her.
"Flint, we don't have money to buy you glasses and to have the right prescription in them for you to see better again. You'll just have to deal with it until we can raise enough money for your glasses. We'll help you the best we can," Mom explained.
"Okay," I murmured.
It made it hard for me to see and I wished I had glasses and I could see again.
"Flint, needs glasses?" Eveline asked, she act like I was not in the room.
"He's complaining about his bad eyesight," Mom said.
"He's going to have to do things the best of his ability and never give up," Eveline said. Eveline was right, I had to sucked it up and do things to the best of my ability.
Rosalinda Sand (14,12)
I held Caroline in my arms as we stood where the mine once stood. Pieces of fallen debris fell beside us and a few black dusted miners made it out of the wreckage but there was no father in sight. Maybe made it to the exit barely before the mine had exploded into bits and he was coming out of the wreckage injuries but he was still alive.
We stood there unable to move. There was only three survivors and the rest had not made it out including father. Mother had sobbed and almost made an effort in suffocating herself in order to die to join father. Dextor had pulled away mum's arms away from her neck and gave her a leaf so she can grab it whenever she wanted to try and kill herself.
"Let's head back," Dextor commented.
I declined. "What about father?"
"He's not coming home ever," Dextor sighed. He pulled Mum off the ground and carried her back home. Caroline made a small choking sound and sobbed in my shoulders. She was hurt, father was close to her and loved having the attention from him but now he was gone.
Soon, we all arrived back home or well what we called home. Dextor sat mum down on her bed and went into the kitchen to find some dinner. "There is barely any food. Just a can of beans that only had two servings. Who wants dinner tonight?" Dextor asked, holding a can of beans in his hand.
"Caroline has dinner tonight and so do you," I replied. "I'm not hungry."
He nodded and poured the can into two bowls and handed one to Caroline who accepted it rather reluctantly. Caroline was my little sister and she deserved to live. I would rather sacrifice anything I need to her so that she would survive.
Caroline needed to live and I would die trying to have her to survive.
Derrick Undersee (16,12)
"I hate you!" I hissed. I eavesdropped into the conversation Dad was having and found out that he was only using mom for her wealth. "Is that mom is a piece of trash to you. She loves you and that's how you treated her!"
"Derrick, come down," Madge said, soothingly.
"Mom, why can't you leave?" I asked, ignoring dad's presence completely.
"I love your father," Madge said.
"He hates you," I told her.
Madge didn't replied and she went to her bedroom instead. It was probably my fault that I made mom cry.
"Pass the salt," Mom commented.
Dad pass her the salt and didn't say anything. It was awfully quiet and I did not like it when there was an unwelcome atmosphere in the air. Everything was happening so fast that I did not had time to process what's next...
Mom did not show up to meals that often very rarely she did. When she did, she never said anything to me or to dad. It was like every piece of family was dying and soon there would be no family.
Dad never spoke to mom and just sat on the couch drinking beer. I hated him and I never strive a conversation with him. He was the cruelest man on earth and manipulative to fall in love with mom letting her believe that he loved her. It made me sick to the stomach that he could do that without the consequences. He torn the family apart.
It wasn't like we were the perfect family but we put an act on in public. I bit my tongue and acted like a sweet child. I was never a sweet child, I was a trouble one.
Laiya Ore (16,12)
I hid behind a trashcan if people were walking by. I didn't want people to think I was going to steal more food again. I was a loner and that was how I like it.
My parents had died when I was a baby and I had no other relatives to live with so I was a loner. I been put into an orphanage but I ran away from there and lived on the streets since.
No one gave me a chance and never gave me food even when I begged for food and water. I was poor and barely even had shelter. I found a small almost demolished shack near the victors' village. It protected me during the harsh conditions of weather.
I spied on some of the victors that was there but there was one other. The other victor had mysterious disappeared leaving no trail of trace with her. I even stole some of the luxury items the victor owned.
I grabbed some stale bread and a water bottle from the cupboard and filled it up with water from the sink. The victor was not home yet and it was a good time to steal. I needed to survive in the wilds.
I almost starved once and it was not pleasant.
I left the backdoor opened as I got my water and food and headed into my shack that was barely standing. There was no warmth and it was pretty chilly in the shack since it was winter.
I grabbed a slice of bread and ate it. I needed the bread to last at least a week because it was getting harder to steal things from people without people noticing.
I grabbed my holey blanket and covered myself up with it and watched the snow fall down.
The end, sorry that it seemed rushed. See you in District 1 tomorrow or the next day. Also the sequel is up but I won't be updating it much until I am done with this story.
Questions:
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