Living on a Prayer (A Hunger Games Story)
Marcilla Kess was a normal, fifteen year old girl in District Four, living as one of the many children who had to face the Reaping every year. When Savannah pulls the name out of the big, Bingo wheel, what other name is announced but Marcilla Kess? She is joined by Zade Forgrove, a boy her age - stunning, too. Read along as Marcilla fights to the death in the arena.
I walked down to the bay, my fishing pole in one hand and a big bucket of worms in the other. Today, the bay was empty except for an elderly man who's face I couldn't really make out. He sat at the top of the beach, the wind blowing his scarce amount of hair behind him. He looked out to the water, seemingly breathing in sync with the lapping waves. I turned away from him and reached into the wriggling worms.
Living in District Four; it's a dream, at least for me. The water is my home, and you can usually find me swimming, fishing, skimming rocks - anything you can think of. District Four is the fishing District, so luckily I fit in quite well.
The bay is the only place I can go to escape the horrifying thoughts of the Reaping. Last year, my best friend, Gracia, was chosen, she died after two days. Gracia was a girl I would never, ever forget - we grew up as family friends, and when my mother was constantly sick, she went to Gracia's father for help. Therefore, Gracia and I were best friends since we were little girls.She allied with a boy from District One, who was killed by an animal. The arena was a forest - except filled with bunnies and butterflies. But those bunnies and butterflies weren't those you wanted to pick up and snuggle; they were killers. Her ally was killed by a fluffy brown bunny who ripped open his throat, and soon after, Gracia was killed by another tribute.
A tear builds up in the corner of my eye, and I let it slide down my tan cheek because I'm alone. I remember hearing her name float out of Savannah's mouth at the Reaping - and a rippling sensation went through me. Gracia - who was in fact standing right beside me, holding my hand - dug her short nails into my skin. A small sound escaped her throat, followed by the same sound from me. She mad a sobbing sound, and together we walked to the stage, clinging onto each other until I had to let go. That was the last time I would ever make contact with her again.
The Reaping was tomorrow. Savannah would be announcing the one boy, the one girl. Even though I knew it wouldn't be me, it was still a frightening thing. It meant... well, death. It could be one of my younger twin sisters, Raina and Raja. At eleven, there was a perfectly good chance it could be one of them. The thought of that makes me shudder.
"Marcilla?" I hear a small, squeaky voice behind me. I turn around to see my sisters standing with sad smiles on their faces. They knew what I was thinking - they knew I was extremely paranoid because of what happened with Gracia.
They both snuggled next to me in the sand, Raina on my right and Raja on my left.
"Listen, Marcilla," Raina half whispered, "There is nothing to be worried about. Last year - well, that was a shame. But this year, we will just pray that the girl will not be anyone important to us."
Raja nudged my shoulder. I turned my head to the left, and saw the man who was sitting on the beach before walk over to us. I heard him panting as he hobbled.
He arrived before us, and gave us a pitiful smile. "Beautiful girls," He whispered, and grinned. "Good luck tomorrow."
With that, he stumbled toward the dock. I realized that all three of us had our breath held. Did that man have a tear in his eye? And why did he look so oddly familiar?
Raja's shy voice all of a sudden didn't sound so shy. "Guys... that was Gracia's grandfather."
Living in District Four; it's a dream, at least for me. The water is my home, and you can usually find me swimming, fishing, skimming rocks - anything you can think of. District Four is the fishing District, so luckily I fit in quite well.
The bay is the only place I can go to escape the horrifying thoughts of the Reaping. Last year, my best friend, Gracia, was chosen, she died after two days. Gracia was a girl I would never, ever forget - we grew up as family friends, and when my mother was constantly sick, she went to Gracia's father for help. Therefore, Gracia and I were best friends since we were little girls.She allied with a boy from District One, who was killed by an animal. The arena was a forest - except filled with bunnies and butterflies. But those bunnies and butterflies weren't those you wanted to pick up and snuggle; they were killers. Her ally was killed by a fluffy brown bunny who ripped open his throat, and soon after, Gracia was killed by another tribute.
A tear builds up in the corner of my eye, and I let it slide down my tan cheek because I'm alone. I remember hearing her name float out of Savannah's mouth at the Reaping - and a rippling sensation went through me. Gracia - who was in fact standing right beside me, holding my hand - dug her short nails into my skin. A small sound escaped her throat, followed by the same sound from me. She mad a sobbing sound, and together we walked to the stage, clinging onto each other until I had to let go. That was the last time I would ever make contact with her again.
The Reaping was tomorrow. Savannah would be announcing the one boy, the one girl. Even though I knew it wouldn't be me, it was still a frightening thing. It meant... well, death. It could be one of my younger twin sisters, Raina and Raja. At eleven, there was a perfectly good chance it could be one of them. The thought of that makes me shudder.
"Marcilla?" I hear a small, squeaky voice behind me. I turn around to see my sisters standing with sad smiles on their faces. They knew what I was thinking - they knew I was extremely paranoid because of what happened with Gracia.
They both snuggled next to me in the sand, Raina on my right and Raja on my left.
"Listen, Marcilla," Raina half whispered, "There is nothing to be worried about. Last year - well, that was a shame. But this year, we will just pray that the girl will not be anyone important to us."
Raja nudged my shoulder. I turned my head to the left, and saw the man who was sitting on the beach before walk over to us. I heard him panting as he hobbled.
He arrived before us, and gave us a pitiful smile. "Beautiful girls," He whispered, and grinned. "Good luck tomorrow."
With that, he stumbled toward the dock. I realized that all three of us had our breath held. Did that man have a tear in his eye? And why did he look so oddly familiar?
Raja's shy voice all of a sudden didn't sound so shy. "Guys... that was Gracia's grandfather."
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