Screams of Deprivation

I sadly jump up from my tattered, red recliner with my javelin and tear out of the house, slinging on my ripped backpack I had left by the door, with tears collecting in my eyes, and walked into the fields where I passed by the crippled, unnoticing workers. I throw my javelin into an oak tree with all the force I can muster and then struggle to release the javelin from the tree's grip. I then collapse under the shade of the tree is the sun prepares to begin departing from the sky. I scream Attlas' name and the sound blazes through the valleys of the field. At lunch, he'd always sit alone at the edge of the table, and one time I had tryed to sit next to him, causing him to shyly take a drink and throw it up on the floor. At the warmth of the sun set consumes my body, I sit rolled in a ball, leaning on the tree, crying, and thinking about how much I want to slowly murder the D2 tributes and the D7 girl.

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