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The 5th Quarter Quell- Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Unlucky
Cock-a-doodle-do! The roaming rooster wakes my tired body up. I open my eyes lazily and I lie awake on the bed. My eyes stare at the ceiling for a long moment. Realizing I have a lot of things to do today, I quickly get off the bed and arrange myself.
I go to our living room to find my mother ironing an old yellowish long sleeved polo and a black khaki pantsthe best clothes we have. I walk to the dining table to find half of an egg and a piece of bun thats starting to have a mould.
Good Morning. She greets me in her soft almost inaudible voice.
Whatre that clothes for? I ask as I chew the bun.
Reaping clothes. I want you to look your best at least today.
I almost spit what is in my mouth out. Im so tired that I forgot today is the day of the reaping for the fifth Quarter Quell. As soon as I finished eating, I go to the ruined house beside ours. I keep some of the lost hens I found and captured in ther
The 5th Quarter Quell- Chapter 1
It is already five in the afternoon, but the sun is still high up. Drops of sweat started to pour down my forehead as I walk this grassy uneven path to home. To my left are some of the ruined buildings of District 10. To my right is the wide corral where they keep our districts main industry: Livestock.
Usually this corral is filled with hundreds of cows, not for today though. Just last week, dozens of cows started to die from some sort of disease that make them go crazy. Because of it, the ranchers are forced to transfer them to another for days. I was thankful that time because Im assigned at the butchery plant during those days.
Right now, as I walk this path. I look at the vast expanse of our district. How boring this pastures are without the cattle and how largely our lives depend on them. Sweat began soaking my plain white, unironed school uniform. Thirsty, thats what I am now. I remove my bag from my bag; open it to find a bottle filled with wa
FlyingFreedom is what I await
Lying on this bed of cold
Yonder is the vast sky
Ignited by the sun
Near is the key to solidarity
Guarded by my felonies.
AbductedAlone is my soul
Besieged in the abyss
Drowned by the desires
Unable to breathe nor move
Catching every bit of air
Trying my best to resurface
Everything is not working
Death is now certain...
Move OnI'm trying
I want to forgive
But it's hard to forget.
My heart aches
But it won't break.
I want to move on
So please leave me alone.
Your words are sincere
Your words I can't hear
So please just go away
Even just for today.
Now that you're not here,
I can finally breathe the air.
I moved on
So when we see each other again,
Don't forget we're still friends.
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