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sound
I listen for the gong. I hear it ring through the air and sprint in the direction of the Cornucopia, closer, closer. I grab a backpack and a crossbow before running off into the woods, getting far away from the bloodbath taking place at the Cornucopia. Then night comes and the Capitol's anthem plays. Twelve dead. I survived the first night of The Hunger Games.
beehive
I'm following you where do you go? You run from me around this tree please come back it's all okay just say yes and live with me in our own beehive
birth
well there was a birth of me and my best friend's friendship. and theres also a death of it. I'm still in the mourning period.
bandana
when I was little, maybe 6 or so, I really looked up to this fourth grader. her name was Maddy, and she always wore a bandana. well I started wearing one everyday too, and soon we were very close, even though we have a dramatic age difference.
clover
I reached down and picked up the nearest living plant. being blind I had no idea what type it was. I felt it's leaves, finding four semi-heart shaped leaves. a clover. it was a four-leafed clover. I wished on my lucky clover that I could see again, knowing it wouldn't come true...but still, I did wish it. and then I felt myself walking into a bright light, a very bright light...which with my own two eyes, I could see.
connected
so I always wondered why my parents never showed up to any childhood experiences. now I see it more of: my dad's an introvert. to the extent. and my moms connected. she knows people. she *always* travels out of town, and is actually in DC as we speak, getting connected with some big dogs up there. sometimes I wish my mom was the normal mom and showed up to all those things that were important to me at one time...
statement
the statement was there. no going back now, surely there wasn't any chance I would be able to go home. they had said it, I was stuck here forever. there was no going back. now i just have to said goodbye to the person i loved, and accept my fate.