Let the Dying Begin (Hunger Games Story)

Characters:

Name:Emily Cane
Gender:Female
Age:16
Personality:Outgoing,Sarcastic,Funny,Pretty
Looks:Carrot Red Wavy hair down to her shoulders,Blue sea green eyes,and rosy lips.
Traits:Flexible,Smart
Weapon:Her mind.(She outsmarts her enemys, buliding traps, or diversions)
District:4=Fishing, lives by the sea.



Name:Micheal Paun
Gender:Male
Age:17
Personality:Strong,Stubborn, loving, caring
Looks:Jet Black hair, green eyes.
Traits:Fast
Weapon:Throwing Knives
District:4=Fishing, lives by the sea.
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Emily's Pov
The sea. She hated the sea, it brought her sadness, but it mesmirized me, and I always looked at it.
When she was five she had a near death experience, she was going to watch her dad how he fished.
They got on board a big fishing boat with twenty other people, and he cast his line, and waited.
The boat started to tip, and I fell out. I couldn't swim. I plumeted under the water.
I couldn't breathe, my lungs filling up with water quick. I felt vibrations in the water, I tried to see, but the water
was to dark. I knew it was a person, I could make out legs and arms. I felt someone pulling me up to the surface.
I don't remember much then, just alittle boy my age had pulled me in his arms, and started swimming, then
I was cold, water pounding in my ears. The saltyness in my mouth tasted bitter, and everything went dark.
I'm sixteen now, but after all these years, I never knew who was the little boy was that had saved me.
"Emily!"my mother called. Why did she interupt my thoughts? Can't we miss Reaping Day? I started to walk back
up the house, and I heard glass breaking, I ran up to the house. My little brother was crying, while mom
was having her fits, breaking bottles, in her own little world, mad. "Stop!"I said, grabbing her wrists, and forced
the bottle out of her hands. She started crying. I took her and walked with her out of the house,when she saw the sea
she calmed down, she always thought father was going to come back in the fishing boat waving, shouting and holding
up what he had caught. I would run down to the shore, and go in his arms. I helped him carry the fish into the house,
seperating what goes to the market, and what to eat for supper. Smelling fresh fish cooking in a pan spread joy and
happiness over me. I just wish he would one day come back to us, "Mom, let's go to the reaping, okay?" Some
of the top and rich districts all didn't have a perfect family. We didn't. Nobody did. She smiled
at me and I helped her to her feet. I went back inside, and washed, and got mom and my brother dressed. I wore
a crystal green dress, french braided my hair, and fed the cat, Thompson, who one day appeared on our doorstep meowing.
I heated up some fish for breakfast, and once we were done eating, we walked to the Reaping.
If I get enough comments and reads, I will continue, I don't want to keep writing, and not people read my stories.:(