engraved memory { t o m }

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Eva Hope

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My eyes washed like the waves over the view of the ocean. It had been only yesterday since I had been shipped like cargo over to the district who had have the ocean rebell against it. As soon as I had heard what happened, I knew that it was mandatory in my mind to volunteer and help the people of district four suffer a tiny bit less. When district eight was assigned to rebuilding the docks, my heart sunk though. I had thought I would be helping comfort the injured and sick, not do physical work with my unmuscled body.

Despite my fears, I had been able to make it through that first day of lifting and rebuilding, and now it is the second day. All the workers had slept together in hastilly built huts near the shore, granting me a perfect oppurtinity to come out early before all the work on the second day had to be done. That is way I strolled along the beach at sunrise.

I had thought nothing beautiful was in this world after Paige and Lily died.

I had thought that everything was cruel, heartless, and unforgiving.

I had thought that the sea would be a terrible place full of horrors.

I was wrong.

I looked out over the waters and I almost cried. Despite the sand pushed up the beach and debris littered all over the shoreline, the view was perfect.

The orange sun cast pink, red, and yellow lines all across the rippling waves on the surface. The sound of the waves rumbling, rolling, caressing the sandy floor calmed my saddened mind. The salty smell of the clear blue waves called out to the salt in my tears that were waiting to burst from my eyes as the waves beckoned to me.

I walked up to an approaching wave flowing against the shore and gently dipped a finger in the water, the coldness of the waves suddenly slapping against my finger dipped in the water and my feet they rolled up to.

I backed up a bit, plopping onto the ground to watch the sun rise, trying to engrave the perfect picture into my mind. There was nothing like this in the smog filled district eight. No sunrise seeped through the black clouds forever hanging over my district. No sand tickled my legs as they did now. No waves could gently touch the ground I had stood upon back in district eight.

I sighed and rested there, just sitting against the warming sand, the waves occasionly moving up and tickling my bare feet, and I watched the sun slowly rise.

[Tom]

Writing Thinks Says Hears

Ocean waves called for him like they did every day, but this time, the ferocity was vicious. The wave had came to the District known for it's water. Water towered over the district and barreled straight onto it causing a whole number of destruction. People had died and Percy had lived. The perks of living away from the ocean's dangerous, but calming waves. District four was in shambles. The district that once was gorgeous was littered with death and destruction. It had taken a few days for help from everywhere could come and help. Hell had broken loose in his house. The brother who was a nightmare to him slammed his fist into Percy's already bruised arm. Defensive words flung towards his brother. Arguments erupting and crippled mom screaming at both of them. The younger of the two, Percy, rolled his eyes at his older brother and stormed out.

The ocean was his home. A place where his brother wouldn't come to follow him down to the glistening waves of happiness. There were no more perks to the ocean anymore. The destructive power made sure to get rid of everything he used to love about it. No more girls. It was the worst thing that could happen to him, but that wasn't the only perk. The pier that he used to hang out at was destroyed. Nothing more than planks broken and shredded into the razor water wave. The destruction left nothing there. Boats that were once docked disappeared with the wave that tore every person in District 4, one way or another. Families, friends, homes, shops, and the ocean were destroyed by the catastrophic wave that took everything with it. Hearts shattered and the dust spreading across the whole district.

Percy walked down the beach with a hesitated pace, not knowing whether the ocean will unleash another wave to take him within the deeps. What a way for his pathetic life to end. Percy Bercovich, death by a second wave, remembered for flirting with every girl there could be. That would be his gravestone, his older brother would make sure of that. Nothing but a disgrace to the Bercovich family. A laugh escapes his lips like it was imprisoned within his lungs. Laughing felt fake. Faker than the makeup that some girls put on their face. Faker than the masks people put up to keep their emotions in check. A mask that hides everything a person truly is. Percy held multiple masks. No one could know the frightened boy within himself. A boy who was afraid of every little thing. People say strength comes within, but for him it came with the people outside. His strength had to be stolen from the good and innocent. Percy Bercovich, the parasitic boy who needed the comfort of others to feel happy.

The sun's beautiful rising giving way to the the pink, orange, and yellow rays of color that flashed before his eyes. Percy had seen the same sunrise over and over again. Nothing was special about it, except that it was home for him. Home for a lot of people in District Four. His blues eyes scanned the beach for anything. Curiosity hitting his soul and asking to get out. That's when he saw the girl. She was sitting in the sand, letting the waves caress her legs. Blonde hair resting behind her head. Percy's curiosity got to the better of him. His walk was slow, but his curiosity grew as he crept closer and closer. His voice felt dry and rough as it came out into the salty air, "Um. Hello?" Percy Bercovich was a parasite, but today was going to be different. Today Percy would be the gentleman that his father would want him to be. A smile fits perfectly onto his face. The beaches waves slowly calming him down to meet a girl whose peaked his curiosity.

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Eva Hope

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Each wave that caressed my feet was relaxing, but yet at the same time they sent shivers down my spine. Just a few days ago these little bumps in the water were the size of buildings, destroying anything and everything in it's path. The waves of district four give a false sense of security, luring you in close enough so that it's icy tentacles can grab you and pull you down to the abyss.

Unnoticed by me, someone had crept up next to me as I stared at the waves. I heard a small noise before giving a small, startled jump before turning my head to see who had spoken. The orange sunrise reflects in my lilypad green eyes as I look up at the boy standing next to me. I give a small, shy smile before standing up and lightly brushing off my grey district eight clothing. The poor clothing allowed a small chill from the wind to flow over me, sending small shivers throughout my body.

One of my slender hands moves to my face to brush a small blond lock of hair away so that I could survey the approacher. He seemed to be about my age, but as with most people from district four he looked better fed. He had a very muscular body, so he must be one of those bloodthirsty career type people who would train all day every day just so that he could possibly sucsesfully kill for a way.

I decided to try not to get on his bad side.

"Uh, hi." I say in my shy, quiet voice. I gently scream curses at myself in my head for being so shy and not being able to come up with anything interesting to say. You don't want to anger a career in any way from what I heard in district eight. There was a rumor about a career from district two who once stuck his arm into someone's body and ripped their heart out before crushing it.

I try to give a small smile in recompense. I don't my brain torn out, my livers ripped to shreds, or my spleen spliced by a bloodthirsty kid from district four.

Tom