I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I медведь a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
"That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of them my name could have been pulled and we might have had atleast one chance to win."
My mom hits my leg. There stands a red mark, waiting to turn into a bruse. I rub it, trying to calm the nerves. It did no such treatment. "ISABELLA! Ты know not to talk of the Games that way! Yeah, I know the games are meaningless, but its a punishment for Panem. It's quite reasonable for me, but I don't like it."
"But mom, some of them stand defenseless. At least I would have had a chance.Gale has taught me how to make a bow and the arrows. He taught me how to hunt, throw a throwing knife, and skin an animal." Gale is a good friend of my moms. He tells me about his and my moms adventures, while they hunted together. He is a respectable man. I peer into the mirror. The blue dress complements my crystal blue eyes. I look very tasteful. I shake with nervousness. My mom calms me down.
Its one'oclock. My mom and I head down to the square where the reaping is. There stands two big glass balls filled with names. Six of them mine, but there are kids that have almost 42 entries. What are the odds of having my name picked? Effie Trinket walks onto the stage. "I have an announcment to make. Me and Haymitch are getting too old to be at these reapings and help the tributes of District 12. So I am glad to pull up the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" My mom and Peeta go onto the stage. My mom and Peeta are honorable people. I look in the crowd for Gale. I spot him, and smile. He waves back. My mom walks over to the glass bowl filled with the girls' names. There is a smile on her face. When she picks the name out her smile runs away. Her gaze drops "Isabella Everdeen. Your a tribute to District 12"
"That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of them my name could have been pulled and we might have had atleast one chance to win."
My mom hits my leg. There stands a red mark, waiting to turn into a bruse. I rub it, trying to calm the nerves. It did no such treatment. "ISABELLA! Ты know not to talk of the Games that way! Yeah, I know the games are meaningless, but its a punishment for Panem. It's quite reasonable for me, but I don't like it."
"But mom, some of them stand defenseless. At least I would have had a chance.Gale has taught me how to make a bow and the arrows. He taught me how to hunt, throw a throwing knife, and skin an animal." Gale is a good friend of my moms. He tells me about his and my moms adventures, while they hunted together. He is a respectable man. I peer into the mirror. The blue dress complements my crystal blue eyes. I look very tasteful. I shake with nervousness. My mom calms me down.
Its one'oclock. My mom and I head down to the square where the reaping is. There stands two big glass balls filled with names. Six of them mine, but there are kids that have almost 42 entries. What are the odds of having my name picked? Effie Trinket walks onto the stage. "I have an announcment to make. Me and Haymitch are getting too old to be at these reapings and help the tributes of District 12. So I am glad to pull up the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" My mom and Peeta go onto the stage. My mom and Peeta are honorable people. I look in the crowd for Gale. I spot him, and smile. He waves back. My mom walks over to the glass bowl filled with the girls' names. There is a smile on her face. When she picks the name out her smile runs away. Her gaze drops "Isabella Everdeen. Your a tribute to District 12"
The sun is up in the sky
i watch it in the big blue ksky
And i ask myslef,"why?"
i stare at the ceiling.
then i get a strange felling.
and this felling is still being.
and then i ask,"why?"
What do i see in those eyes?
what do i see in you?
even thought i still despise.
i always ask myslef,"why?"
ask me that question,"why?"
i say i dont know
they tell me dont lie
so then i speak th truth.
i know that in my heart
i will always Любовь you
your eyes that shine like he sun
being with Ты is always fun
one день i will tell you,hun
that Ты are the only one
sorry,not all the words rhyme.im not the best at making poems,but i wanted to share it with Ты anyways
i watch it in the big blue ksky
And i ask myslef,"why?"
i stare at the ceiling.
then i get a strange felling.
and this felling is still being.
and then i ask,"why?"
What do i see in those eyes?
what do i see in you?
even thought i still despise.
i always ask myslef,"why?"
ask me that question,"why?"
i say i dont know
they tell me dont lie
so then i speak th truth.
i know that in my heart
i will always Любовь you
your eyes that shine like he sun
being with Ты is always fun
one день i will tell you,hun
that Ты are the only one
sorry,not all the words rhyme.im not the best at making poems,but i wanted to share it with Ты anyways
Is it possible to fall in Любовь with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen или read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my сердце begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
или logical
Though Любовь rarely is
I can’t make my сердце stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one день we could share
A Любовь that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen или read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my сердце begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
или logical
Though Любовь rarely is
I can’t make my сердце stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one день we could share
A Любовь that is real