Isabella
"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! آپ 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 is 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"
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
گٹار by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if آپ think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if آپ just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if آپ think that we cant sing it faster then آپ wrong but itll help if آپ just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if آپ just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
گٹار by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if آپ think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if آپ just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if آپ think that we cant sing it faster then آپ wrong but itll help if آپ just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if آپ just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
umm ارے guys sorry i have not گیا کیا پوسٹ anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my دل there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an پچھواڑے, گدا
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my دل once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If آپ can see past all of the scars
آپ will see my suppresed heart!
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my دل there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an پچھواڑے, گدا
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my دل once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If آپ can see past all of the scars
آپ will see my suppresed heart!
