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PKMN- Never Second BestAm I really this dense?

I have known Misty for almost ten years now, and yet this is only now dawning on me. Sure, I've doubted my own feelings in the past, but only because I was in fact dense, or never believed that she would return them.

But now, it's as if she's already confessed to me.

I feel so blind.

Before me I hold a letter. We write as often as we can when I don't get the chance to visit, though the letters are sporadic due to my constant state of moving around. And her letters are usually all the same: catching up, good wishes on my journey, you know. Buddy talk. But this one… it's different.

I've read it over a hundred t

i said nothingIn the dark and in the water I weighed nothing at all. Floating there in the ocean—the frigid,
salty water splashed over my tired, vacant face. Looking up, I saw black—black with faint
specs of light. The stars seemed so far from here, similar to my troubled life. My mind is blank,
free from worry. I don't have to deal with anything out here.

I felt my cheeks sink in after I drew a deep breath; hollow.
My addiction had finally caught up to me, it was time to let go.

A flashlight shone on me and I jumped; the figure came closer.

"Are you alright?" the voice asked.

...There was too much to say, so I said nothing.

-You Don't Know Her-You hear the bell ring, gather your things and push into the crowded halls on your way to fourth period. You pause to say hey to a guy on your football team: you exchange high-fives and good-luck's for today's after-school game before saying goodbye and continuing on. Several yards off, she's standing in the doorway of her class: you don't see her. You almost never do, and sometimes she prefers it this way. You don't know that she's loved you since freshmen year. How could you? You've only spoken to her once, and she had been blushing furiously the entire time, glancing at her

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Ferryn's Reaping

by ~JoceyDraws, May 25, 2012, 10:00:21 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Short Stories

Time was moving ever so slowly, one can say it was almost painful. She took a light breath, her hands by her side, and her feet nervously shuffling in and out. Out of all the murmurs and worried faces, the sand beneath her twisting feet was all she noticed. It was time.

"Ferryn Muir!"

There was a silent and grave pause. As she took a non hesitated step forward, the crowd erupted with applause. Her face displayed no hint of emotion. It was as if her body wasn't hers, and that her steps were being taken by another. It wasn't until she reached the stage and faced her fellow district for it to truly sink in.

She shook the colorful man's hand with as much grace as she could. Her knees began to buckle slightly. Next was the male's drawing. Abner Kruschev. Except this boy boldly volunteered. A large roar overcame the area, similar to the sound of waves crashing in the palisades. Abner walked onto stage. His steps were full of confidence as he held his head high. He shook the colorful man's hand first, then Ferryn's. His grip was firm, yet empty. The crowd went wild for this year's two tributes. Now it was time for them to say their goodbyes.

The tributes headed to District 4's Justice building. Each were positioned in a separate waiting room and prepared to say goodbye to their loved ones. Ferryn sat silently, with her head down. Before the guard dismissed himself, he turned to her and said, "You'll have two minutes."
She gazed up, her eyes a bit glossy.

"No one's coming to see me. I'm ready to go now.", she stated, her voice slightly cracking.

Little did he know, her parents have been away at sea for weeks and have yet to return. Till then they would find out that their daughter would be representing their district. Proud they may be, but also terrified. If they return before the games are over that is.

"Come with me then."
Ferryn arose and followed into the hall. She looked back with a small turn, and gave the window a short glance. Beyond the glass was an ocean. "Hurry up." That moment she knew it would be the last time she would ever see the big blue.