Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 17:11:22 GMT
The light came in from outside and fluttered down onto my tear stained face. Today is the day. Every year on this day, the Capitol sends an escort to each of its twelve districts. To claim the two tributes, one male and one female, to fight to the death at the Capitol. This day is Reaping Day.
My name is Thea Dawnstar of District 2, I'm only fourteen years old. And I am terrified. Each year since I was twelve, I was picked to be in the games but always someone has volunteered for me. Those people who volunteer for me never come back. The parents of those children hate me because I have survived another year.
Now today is my day to become that tribute who cannot return home. I want need to repay the two tributes whom have died in my place.
Knock, knock
" Come in." I said. My father, Gale Hawthorne * you guys figured out who it was!! *, walked in and sat down on my bed.
" Thea," he said, " I know how much you hate this day." I scoffed and turned to him, " Hate? More like a burning hate for this unreasonable doom that the Capital puts use through!" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose breathing in deeply.
" Thea Rose Dawnstar Hawthorne," he said, slightly angry, " how many times must I tell you to be careful about what you say?" I groaned and rolled my eyes, " But you never did! You rose agaisnt the Capital and fought back!" He quickly got up and caught my arms in a death grip, " I did and see what happened! I lost everything I love! My home, my best friend, my family, my reason, and my will to live!"
I scrambled back scared, " I-I'm sorry Daddy, please I-I'm sorry." His dark gray eyes looked as dark as a storm as he stared into my pale blue ones. He turned his back to me and said in a lower voice, " Just get ready for the Reaping Thea." I nodded and closed the door, terrified I had just broken my dad's mental state.
My name is Thea Dawnstar of District 2, I'm only fourteen years old. And I am terrified. Each year since I was twelve, I was picked to be in the games but always someone has volunteered for me. Those people who volunteer for me never come back. The parents of those children hate me because I have survived another year.
Now today is my day to become that tribute who cannot return home. I want need to repay the two tributes whom have died in my place.
Knock, knock
" Come in." I said. My father, Gale Hawthorne * you guys figured out who it was!! *, walked in and sat down on my bed.
" Thea," he said, " I know how much you hate this day." I scoffed and turned to him, " Hate? More like a burning hate for this unreasonable doom that the Capital puts use through!" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose breathing in deeply.
" Thea Rose Dawnstar Hawthorne," he said, slightly angry, " how many times must I tell you to be careful about what you say?" I groaned and rolled my eyes, " But you never did! You rose agaisnt the Capital and fought back!" He quickly got up and caught my arms in a death grip, " I did and see what happened! I lost everything I love! My home, my best friend, my family, my reason, and my will to live!"
I scrambled back scared, " I-I'm sorry Daddy, please I-I'm sorry." His dark gray eyes looked as dark as a storm as he stared into my pale blue ones. He turned his back to me and said in a lower voice, " Just get ready for the Reaping Thea." I nodded and closed the door, terrified I had just broken my dad's mental state.
probably from before Domo shut down. i recently resized most of the emojis so easier to view on mobile and added a few new ones as well as a web icon a little Domo for the site. 
