The shock
“Primrose Everdeen”
It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs
Unable to speak.
Someone was gripping my arm,
I started to fall.
Then I see her, the blood drained from her face,
Hands clenched in fists at her sides
That brings me back to myself.
With one sweep of my arm I push her behind me,
“I volunteer” I gasp
“I volunteer as tribute”
Ding,dong,ding,dong. The alarm sounds for midnight. Who cares! More food, more pillow fights, more fun!! Staying up late at night! Watching movies, texting boys, and staying up late on your phone. Finally fatigue takes over and we fall asleep……. Up and ready again early in the morning. The sour taste of unwashed teeth caked with sugar infiltrates your mouth. Breakfast time!
Ahh aren’t sleepovers fun?