Downward Spirals (Puppy)

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Everyday's a new day. Some days are better than the rest, others, not so much. Waking up energized for the first time in ages, I jump a good 10 feet out of bed. Maybe not 10 feet, but high enough that I fell forward. My feet fall out from under me. "Holy Rip--" I don't get to finish my sentence before crashing onto the ground with my arms shielding my face from any in coming objects. I feel the ground come up to me along with pain in my forearms. What a wonderful way to start a day. I'm awake now, that's for sure. I quickly push myself back up and dust off any dust or dirt I may of gotten on myself. At least no one say me. Hopefully my parents didn't hear me.

I head out of my room after showering and changing. I head down for a quick breakfast, but as soon as I step onto the first step, I slipped and feel right back onto my arse. Stupid wet feat. Wait. I'm wearing socks. Stupid socks. Maybe I won't need coffee today. Maybe the adrenaline'll keep me awake if I keep on slipping. I wasn't as lucky this time as I hear my parents calling up to me, asking if I was okay. "Yes! I'm fine! DOn't worry about me. I'm not dead." But it sure does hurt like a bitch. My butt wasn't as lucky as my arms, and remain sore the remainder of the way down and all the way to breakfast. I didn't want to sit down, mainly because I didn't want to hurt my butt any more than I have to, and partially because I needed to go to work today. I grab a piece of toast and a banana, hug my parents goodbye, and head out. They try to tell me something, but I'm already out the door. Today's a day on the boat! I think. I really hope so. Or maybe I need to meet him on the dock. Or maybe I'm on shop duty and I can't remember anything. Crap. I'm gonna go to the dock. I really hope he's there. A small amount of concern washes over me along with doubt, but I shrug it off. If I'm wrong, I can just go to the shop. I got time. I think.

When I arrive at the docks, they appeared eerily empty and quiet. I know no one's typically up this early, but I also know that there should be more people. Where is everyone? I begin walking in circles before sitting down and waiting. Maybe I'm early? Maybe? But my parents were up. But maybe they were up early, too? Is that a storm cloud? Squinting out towards the sea, I see a wall of darkness rushing towards me from the horizon. Oh. Maybe that's why no ones here. Because today's going to storm. But how would they know it was going to storm? No idea. Well, time to go to the shop.

I stand up, take a few steps forwards, and have my foot slip from under me again. "Dammit!" Not only do I get to say a complete landing before landing, but I get to land on my back. I feel the wind get knocked out of me. I lay on the cold, hard ground gasping for breath. Once I regain my breathing, I regain my surroundings. Okay. You're not dead. Now get up. I look around me to see if anyone had saw me. I didn't catch anyone, which I'm grateful for, and head out. Bless the eerily empty dock. It's Saturday. The realization hits me like a brick wall. I don't work Saturdays. That's also why no one's here. Who comes this early to the docks on Saturday.Might as well go to the center anyways to mess around.

I walk towards the town center, which quickly turned into a run as I feel raindrops falling onto my head. Yay! Rain! A grin spreads across my face, even though I'll have a higher chance of slipping once the ground is wet. I guess my love for rain trumps the fear of falling again. Once I get to the center, I hope into the nearest shop that's open. Aww, yeah. A candy shop. Just my luck. I completely forget about how terrible this morning was, and let my happiness run wild, until I accidentally run into a shelf, knocking it over, causing a domino reaction. "Whoops..."

[pup]

Lavina Cheyne

I sigh inwardly as I walk around the candy store, searching for a gift for one of my friends. Their birthday is only two days from now, and if you can't think of something special for a friend, candy is always a great fallback. I pick my way through the store, having already bought a small stick of licorice for myself, I munch on it as I scan the aisles for anything sour, just like my friend likes.

I take a look out of the window, I can see it begin to drizzle in the dreary district four town center. Now that the hunger games are over, it's not bustling with activity as people scampered around to watch it on the huge projector the peacekeepers set up in front of the justice building every year. There are some white clad peacekeepers out there now, standing to attention outside the justice building. Maybe afterwards I would go talk to them, hearing about the capitol was always so interesting. Someday, I hope that I can become a victor and travel to the capitol and experience all of its delights. Maybe I would get a tattoo, or a crazy green hair cut just like the escort from this district.

Next year maybe it would happen. I could have my name called. I could go meet the legendary Leon Krigel with all of his dashing looks. I could kill without fear of retribution, just like in the career center, but not with plastic figurines. I can already feel the heavy golden crown being placed on my head by President Snow before I stand up to shake his hand, but that's all in the future.

I hear a little jingle to signify the door being opened, and then shut as somebody else walks into the store to accompany me within it's walls. A moment later, I hear an odd noise... like someone tripping... then the word "Whoops..." resounding through the air. I look over my shoulder in that direction, before I let out a small shriek of terror.

My body rockets to the side, my training-honed reflexes pushing me quickly out of the way of the falling shelf. I can hear another scream from the back of the store where the cashier had been sitting. I know that the store owner isn't going to be happy about this.

I tilt my body towards the oaf who almost killed me, glowering daggers at him.

"What... were you thinking?" I hiss, my voice full of suppressed rage, "You could have killed me!"