The MellarksThe Mellarks3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Let go, Jake!' screamed 5 year old Primrose Mellark, as her 3 year old brother, was yanking her ponytails. 'It hurts, please stop!!' Peeta came into the room, with flour all over his hands and shirt.
Jake had stopped yanking at his sister's hair and stared at his father.
'My head hurts.' whined Prim. She rubbed it, hoping to get Jake in trouble. 'No my head hurts.' said Jake, now coping his sister.
Peeta just stared at the both of them.
'Hummm...' he thought at loud. 'Well, Primrose, are you OK?' Prim shook her head, NO.
'Jake, did you hurt your sister?'
Jake shook his head also. 'She hurt me.'
'No I didn't, Daddy! Jake hurt me!' exclaimed Prim.
'Ok then, I know!' said Peeta, breaking up the fight. 'Why don't you both help me bake some yummy cakes for dessert.' The siblings both said a happy 'yes' and followed their dad into the kitchen.
The kitchen was huge! If you yelled in it, your voice would echo throughout the whole victor house.
Inside the kitchen was Katniss Mellark, sitting o
43rd Hunger Games, Chapter One43rd Hunger Games, Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Capitol is probably chanting the countdown for the hours, minutes and seconds for the 43rd Hunger Games reaping tomorrow, while I'm regretting the fact that I exist. No one will ever know what I'm going through and understand the way I feel about the life. The horrors of fear I'm going to have to suck up around one tomorrow will be the worst thing to be thinking about at a time point that I'm at right now. I'm alone. I'm scared, and I have no one and no where to go to fix this sadness inside of me.
My father has been out again, probably drinking and on drugs like he has for the past few years now, ever since my mother died. And to think, he is the only person left, that I'm not even sure he knows I'm still here, waiting for him to care for me, who is now careless and ignoring that exact fact.
All of this has brought me to today, the deep depression that I get into if I think about anything from the past that was happy and exciting. Those kind of memories kill me, and at the age of