one last day (Puppy) {blitz}

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

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Esme Truus

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid

Lunch. I hated the way it was set up, and how they wanted us to eat with the other tributes. Nothing about this was fun, but as I looked at all the food placed for all of us to grab, my eyes got wide. Some of this food I had never saw before in my entire life, and truthfully, I was terrified to try it. So I carried my plate around looking for some kind of food I knew. It didn't take long to find some yummy looking green beans, and a pork meat. I placed two pork meat slabs on my plate and three spoon fulls of green beans. I also grabbed a roll. When I grabbed a glass, I requested water. A lot of drinks looked strange. I mean who drinks black water? Black hot water at that? Maybe one day I would try it, but not right now.

I moved across the dining room until I found a table in the corner. Nobody was sitting there, so I took it hoping that nobody noticed me. The only person I wanted to talk to right now was Saffron or Kirk or even Mace. Yeah, he terrifies me, but he's from home, and right now those three are all of home I have left right now. I remove the tiny wooden cow from my pocket. Sometimes it helps me to remember that my parents always cared about me, and that Cowie is in good hands. I just wish I could be back home to see her, and milk her like every morning. She makes some amazing cheese. I feel so far away from home. So far away from anyone that life just seems like I'm wandering through an endless shell. I put the cow back in my pocket and turn towards my food. I've never had this much food on my plate at once, and it feels wrong, but maybe or the first time in my life, I can go to sleep with a full stomach.

So I dug in.

lyrics: Hero - Mariah Carey

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Meghan Cooper/16\District 9


We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

-Wrecking Ball by Miley Cirus

Meghan Cooper. She thought the name justified her. It was an ordinary name in the beginning but at the end it was disgusting. She shivered thinking about what she had done in her person training session only she could say, "Like mentor like tribute." She thought a disgusting last name was for her. Cooper sounded like a mix between a slug and toxic waste in district thirteen.

When Meghan walked to the food selection she was dazzled. Despite the large number of food she had back home, it was nothing compared to this. Plates piled high with colorful cookies and multicolored meat and rainbow lettuce. The drinks were amazing. Orange, pink, yellow. Everything. She guessed she would try something called pink lemonade. She took a sip of it before finding a place to sit.

It dazzled her toung.

Unfortunately the only place to sit was by a little girl coddling a lamb. Meghan felt bad for the girl. Meghan hadn't only volunteered because she wanted something new to happen, but because she wanted to help the little girl who was reaped. She walked over to the table and said, "Hi." To the little girl.

Carefully Meghan fiddled with her token. A silver ring with a jade in the center.

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

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Esme Truus

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid;

This was definitely good food. Definitely worth the chance to taste at least once in a life time. Ha, funny. This was once in a life time 'cause I sure wasn't gonna make it out of the arena. Well, I'd make it out of the arena, but it won't be alive, and I've accepted it 'cause I don't wanna lie to myself. I shook my head. I'd only start crying if I thought 'bout dying now. I can't think like that. I made a promise to Ma and Pa that I'd at least try to return home alive, and giving up now ain't an option. I gotta try for them, and that's what I was gonna do. Maybe I'd make it home alive, but I seriously doubted it. The others were more prepared.

A girl sat down next to me, and my first instinct was to run away. Talking to her was like talking to someone who was slowly planning my end, but I sat still trying to ignore her. I kept shoveling the food inside my mouth enjoying every single bite. The meat was wonderful. The green beans were amazing, and I'm sure if I looked around enough, I'd find pieces of stuff that would make the meal I was promised for after the reaping. It was the only time of year I was able to eat it 'cause it was so expensive to make, but here they have all the food in the world, and they're still so skinny. I've never saw a fat Capitol citizen. Maybe fat is a bad word, but I don't care right now. They all could be fat, and I'd just laugh at them. I hate them. I hate everything about them now.

The girl spoke to me. She wore the number nine on her clothing. I remember rewatching the reapings. She volunteered. She wants to kill, and the thought of her wanting to kill only made me feel uneasy. Yet I couldn't run away. I just couldn't. "Hi." Never once did I look at her, but I had enough respect for this person that I stopped eating. "I...I...I'm Esme. From Ten." I slowly lifted my gaze from the table to face her, and I tried to offer a small smile. It was fake, but it was something. Something to prove that I meant no harm. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but was that really possible? Was I able to keep from hurting anyone, or was I lying to myself again?

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