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Suicide for Survival: Chapter 3I want to close my eyes, bury my head under the pillow, stay there, or I could run away. I can't do any of those things, because today is reaping day. Chances are I could die. I try to push these negative thoughts away, but it feels as though my brain is frozen and I can't do anything about it. My feet land on the floor and I sleepily walk to Doreen's cradle. Ah, she is awake and fidgeting. "Shhh." I murmur and carry her to the kitchen. Since neither Hagan nor my mother are up, I fix her some soft apple slices to keep her mouth busy. I lean against the counter and think about what I might wear for reaping day. I think about the black dress I
Suicide for Survival: Chapter 2Our pants are soaked and we are panting by the time we reach our houses, almost adjacent to each other. I quietly open the door and discover a scowling Hagan in the kitchen, slumped over at the tiny, wooden table. "You can fix your own breakfast." I remind him and head to the bedroom I share with Doreen. Hagan scowls again and gets up, stomping towards the cabinet. "Be quiet, you'll wake Mom and Doreen!" I warn. He sticks his tongue out at me but obeys me, taking smaller steps. I close the door gently behind me and hover over Doreen's cradle. I smile and plant a kiss on her forehead. Her sea-blue eyes, identical to mine, fly open and her lowe
Suicide for Survival: Chapter 1 The sound of the ocean is familiar, and it's the first thing I sense when my eyes open. I twitch slightly in my bed and the sun's warmth streams through my window, on my cheek. I know I should be up, but the covers are so warm and the rolling waves outside are so calming, so soothing. My fingers fumble for a moment as I push the covers and my feet land on the cool floor. I pause, and there is no sound in our small house, except for the sea breeze. I slip on a waterproof shirt and some pants before walking outside. There is no need to tiptoe, for the fine sand cushions even the loudest footsteps. I quicken my pace as I hurry to the seashore.
Answering The Call: Chapter 5Leo
One thing checked off my bucket list: kiss Karmen Payne. The thought makes me grin, and I remember it so clearly. Enough of that now, Valdez. I squint at the numerous blueprints piled up on the wooden table and sigh. I rub my eyes and try not to let on how tired I really am. The camp's main mechanic- should I be tired? I lean against the table, knocking off a few blueprints. I kneel down to pick them up, and my eyes land on a blueprint of a ship paper-clipped to a drawing. I look at the masthead and bite my lip. I know every curve, every nail, every wire. It's the Argo II. My eyes travel back to the drawing. I remember Tia Callida's voi
Answering The Call: Chapter 4Karmen
I walk down the hill back to Athena cabin, replaying the day's events in my mind. I remembered this morning as if it had just happened sixty seconds ago, but it was hard wrapping my mind around it. The morning was cool and misty, and before curfew. I remember putting on my jacket and walking down to Bunker 9, the wind ruffling my hair. It was a short hike in the woods, but the run-down, shabby building of Bunker 9 was visible after five to ten minutes. I gently opened the door, expecting it to be empty. "Waaa!" Leo Valdez, my crush, jumped five miles when I came in, and I laughed. "Gods, Karmen, you scared me half to death!" He grinn
Answering The Call: Chapter 3Fleur
I lead the boy James to Cabin One. He is very quiet and keeps looking around the camp. I wonder if he was pursued by monsters. Well, he probably was. "Here we are!" I say, trying to sound bright and welcoming. James looks up and down Zeus cabin and studies it for a moment. "Okay." He nods and I push open the door. We walk inside and I pause, waiting for his reaction. I look at the Zeus cabin myself. A large statue of the god stands in the middle. I've always had nightmares about that statue. The ceiling, in the shape of a dome, was coated in tiles like a stormy sky and gold tiles flashed like lightning. That was it- except for what I'
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