So I wrote this in Year 7 as a CAT. I just need some opinions and feedback on my narrative.
I don't remember agreeing to this. Saying this because I am terrified of almost everything, I am not the best spark and have no athletic skills. But alas, my friends have no mercy and somehow managed to convince me, as they say, to tag along. So here I am, trudging along to a plan that I probably never even agreed to. And there is nothing I can do about it.
Gia looks over her shoulder and asks," You sure about this Nat?"
"Didn't leave me a choice." I smile (through the pain) back at her.
I look out the window and the talking just becomes white noise as I close my eyes and drink up the peaceful atmosphere. I believe in the journey more than the destination. It's been like that since the start. And that's how it's going to be forever.
We arrive a few minutes later and I literally shiver. Then I remember that this is probably the last time I was going to do this and you know what they say, do it now or never. I would choose the latter only if Bev and Gia didn’t push me through the doors of the entrance.
“Come on,” Bev whispers in my ear, catching me off guard,” It’ll be fun, I promise.”
I try to smile back, “Yeah, definitely.”
We walk in and immediately, I smell something like blood. But I’m not sure as the reception area smelled like it had bathed in Bath&Body Works Cherry Blossom perfume. Either way, I just want to get this over and done with.
Few minutes later, I step into the hallway where we begin, and I wish it ended. Gia aggressively shoves me next to Bev so that I’m in the middle. Not the best idea. I stumble forwards clumsily into the dark alleys of my utmost nightmare.
The scent of the blood is getting stronger second by second as we walk deeper into the hallway. We haven’t encountered any jump scares yet like it was shown in the videos Bev, Gia and I watched back at home. But trust me, I’m not complaining. Beside me I hear Gia’s teeth chattering and Bev constantly rubbing her hands together. I don’t blame them. It’s skin piercingly cold in here and my hands have gone numb after constantly getting pins and needles.
At this point the smell of the blood was unbearable. That’s when I saw a shoe poking out from a nearby box. I shuffle towards it, call the two in and move the box to see what the shoe was doing there.
I look down and the blood from my face drains, leaving me cold and scared. There lay a corpse, blue and cold and lifeless
“Oh my god,” a voice escapes from beside me. I turn around so quickly I hear a crack from my neck. Thankfully, it was Gia, with her mouth open, staring in horror, back and forth.
“Run,” Bev says after a while.
“What?” I turn around.
“I said, RUN”
We take off, faster than we’ve ever run in our lives. A figure jumps down at us pulling Bev down with itself. Wrong timing. I start to try and drag Bev away from the being but it was too strong. I keep pulling and pulling until I’m exhausted and Bev has been taken away from me, us, the world and who knows what else.
“Hurry!”,Gia tugs at me, “We’ll figure it out later.”
“Bev,” I croak.
I look up to see Gia’s face shining with fresh tears replacing the old ones. Her hand’s shaking and her lips are quivering. I blink and my head hits the ground with a thud and everything turns dark.
This is what I wrote a little task in English. It is Prim's P.O.V in the Hunger Games.
“Primrose Everdeen.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Suddenly, the wind starts blowing harder. Is it because everyone sighed deeply, grateful that they won’t be slaughtered this year. My knees are weak, but they remain grounded. I look around. The gray City Square looked gloomier than ever. I turn around. My sister, staring at me in shock, mouth open. The dark clouds were only above me. Thunder strikes and my knees can’t take it anymore. I plop down on the cold, hard ground, my heart beating more than it ever has. It starts raining on me. Only me. I’m completely soaked and others are watching me with pity in their eyes. I start breathing heavily, while getting up on my feet. The sun is nowhere to be seen, even though it is right in front of me. I realize. I’m not drenched. I’m crying. I look for Katniss, and there she is.
She walks towards the stage and hollers,”I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”
“No!”
Now I’m bawling, “No Katniss, don't do this!”
She ignores me and Gale scoops me easily and takes me to my mother. I thrash and punch Gale, trying to pry him off, but he is a hunter. He is stronger than most District 12 residents. I stare at the blurry photo of Katniss walking up the stage. I’ll probably never see her again and I don’t want that to happen. I whimper for the last time and my vision goes dark.
Don't mind the "thud".
