I haven’t been able to get on our communication system lately. It’s been crunch time around here. Between studying for the yearly tests and training even harder since the reaping is coming up, I haven’t had much time for any real fun. I still go out in the woods with Dune and practice, and that’s fun and all, but I never get to chat with the other District citizens any more.
Training has been rough. Around this time, school is being crammed full of lessons because the yearly tests happen the same week of the reaping. My father has petitioned for them to change that, but so far there is no word about it. Hopefully it will change for future students.
Every day after school I have to do all my homework and then the rest of the night I’m out training. Anything can help. Instead of walking to school, I take a quick run down the long route. I throw in a few flips and do a simulation of attacks.
Dune has been very helpful though. I love having him around, and my family is always asking about him. We mostly hang out after school and train together, but I enjoy every single moment with him. He makes me happy and if I didn’t have him here with me I think I would drive myself crazy with all the stress. Sometimes when we’re training he’ll notice that my mind is elsewhere so he’ll grab my hand and hold it for a few moments as he stares me in the eye. He’ll tell me to calm down and let my worries drift away. So I let them. Every time it works and I feel much better.
Hopefully I’ll be able to get on more. I also have another responsibility that I’m happy to carry on. I’m the District 1 blogger at Panemonium.com, so if anyone needs to get something out to the rest of the district, then just tell me! I’ll be more than willing to share your story.
Here’s the first blog post for District One on Panemonium!
I’m still not sure exactly what it entails, but hopefully I’ll be able to update you guys soon. Also, I’d just like to say that, even though I’ve spoken with Gamemaker Jack before he became a Gamemaker, it’s rather intimidating talking to him now. I don’t know why.
Congratulations! I’m the official blogger for District 1 as well!
Thankfully, I wasn’t chosen as a Peacekeeper.
But I was chosen as the District 1 blogger for Panemonium! So stay tuned for my posts!
Yesterday, before leaving school, I invited Dune over for dinner the next night.
Hours have passed, and that time is now. Dune will be here in a matter of minutes.
Hopefully he will love my family as much as I love them. It shouldn’t be very hard, except for the fact that my parents are extremely embarrassing, my brother Ash can be a bit of a know-it-all, and my father could hold a conversation for hours about how jewels are polished before they’re sent to his store and what are the best business tactics to get customers to buy.
I’ve brought other guys home before, but most of the time they’ve just been flings. They usually have forced manners, and try too hard to impress. I know my mother likes seeing guys a little more laid-back, but still fresh with manners.
Dune is clearly capable of doing that, and most of all, he’s easy to talk to. There’s no awkward moments with him or feelings that I may say the wrong thing. Words just flow out of me and I’m not frightened of what he might think. I know it’s an old cliche, but I feel that we really connect.
Mother is setting the table, and as she sets down a plate next to mine, my insides flutter with excitement. For dinner tonight we’re having fresh baked bread from District 12 with goat cheese from District 10 spread on top. We’ve also got a side of roasted vegetables from District 11 with a small side salad to complete the mix. Father brought home some wine from the winery down the street from the family jewelry store. In District 1 it’s common for teens to drink wine every once in a while. Everything looks delicious and I can’t wait to dig in.
Hopefully Dune will get here soon. Wish me luck!
All your roleplaying needs will be posted.
Also, I’m looking for one or two more admins, so send me a message!
Karissa had decdied to try out to be a news writer for District one, she would write things on the site and what not. It was a good way to keep her mind off the fact her only friend had been drafted as a Peacekeeper and she’d never see her again. She was lonely and had too much time on her hands to think about just how lonely she was. Besides, if she got the job, she could go around asking questions, or just… watch people and things happening and not draw too much attention. She’d be a writer, and updating the site on information… they wouldn’t think twice.
You applied for the position as well? That’s great! I did too. I like to know what is going on in our district. Hopefully we can both get the positions.
[OCC: I’m actually the editor of my school newspaper and I love writing articles! When I go to college I want to double major in English and Journalism.]
I miss the trees. I think it’s the reason why I’m always adventuring out into the woods during my free time, even though they’re a couple miles away.
I miss seeing them wave slightly in the wind, catching all the air particles they can, as if they couldn’t survive off of them. I miss the way the leaves fall and tickle your face in the fall. I miss seeing them around my house a bit more.
Years ago, when I was just a toddler, my yard was occupied by many trees. I loved to sit in them and pretend that the birds were trying to hold a conversation with me. My father was notorious for yelling up the tree at me so I would come down for supper.
I guess that’s why Dune and I come out to the woods every day now for lunch. We ditch our lunches most of the time, and just adventure out in the woods. Climbing trees, throwing knives and punches, and just playing around for the most part. We’ve started training a little bit lately, and sometimes when he’s training me, I’ll throw punches like he instructs me to do. He’ll grab my hand and flip it over, so our fingerprints are aligned. Then our fingers will intertwine and we’ll both smile.
All I know is that I smile a lot around Dune, and I’m really starting to like him.