wake up and hitch a ride | d6 train [88th]
Jun 7, 2021 5:45:42 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 7, 2021 5:45:42 GMT -5
FLYNN GARNER
88th Hunger Games
Has it really been a whole year? A whole three hundred and sixty-five days? I am fourteen now, not that it is a great number. Two years until my sweet-sixteen and four years until I hit that dreaded eighteen. A whole year has really swung by so quickly. Everything has settled down. I have spent months back at school and now the parade has rocked back into District Six.
I live closer to the justice building now, gone are the days of the dreaded long work. Except it is still a dreaded walk, just a little shorter. I am no longer a name in that glass bowl but now one of my sisters is eligible. The reaping has never held back on plucking the relative of a victor. Or even a friend. I have not done anything to deserve such a nightmare so hopefully, the glistening halo I carried throughout the victory tour will be enough to keep Dorothy and the Dares Club safe for another year.
Though it seems I really must have been a good boy in the past year. One name familiar but not familiar enough the rip another nice piece of trauma into me. For the entire time on stage, I have stuck close by to Teddy, like a puppy dog in training. I really do not know what I am doing. I try not to smile; I try not to frown. It is hard balance knowing that for every year now, I am going to leading two kids to their graves.
Last year, the first thing Teddy asked me on the train was why did you volunteer? Well, I can’t repeat that this year. I sit in the same seat as twelve months ago. Close to the window, tucked away on the table filled with food. Though should I really sit here? Is this a seat reserved for the walking dead?
Orange juice fills the glass in front of me, nice, cold, and fresh and with some fruity bits floating in it. The citrusy spike bites at my throat as I take a sip, waiting for the tributes to board. The boy with the familiar name is close to my age. I felt sorry for him, standing on that stage alone while they switched on the girl. Now that is a new low for District Six. I have been told she was in a medically induced coma, only to be awoken because her name was called. Why preserve a life like that for it to be thrown into the pits of the Hunger Games? It must be a Capitol thing.
”Sit next to me Robin!” I pat the vacant seat next to me when Robin boards. I do not know how, but I will help him. Teddy can work on Willa, one is enough to work with. ”Uhmm, how are you feeling?” I hope that is the right question to open with. It is like one of the Quest’s therapy interrogations.