āSeriously, how do you have so much stuff? Like even I donāt have this much stuff and Iām like older than you.ā The brunette yelled down down the ever looming staircase towards her brother as she shifted the box in her arms to a different position so the contents wouldnāt go all over the floor. They had only just made it through half way the boxes he had piled up inside a small van outside the apartment building she was living in. But even if she was complaining to him about it and wondering where the hell everything was going to go, it felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Max was safe. Well safer at least.
It must have taken at least an hour for them both to get everything from the ground floor outside to her apartment, well now their apartment, on the sixth floor. But it was finally finished, maybe not finished but upstairs and scrawled across the room in a some what organized mess. What sheād come to realise once theyād unpack two of the boxes was in fact Max didnāt have as much stuff as she thought he did, it was rather heād only half packed the boxes up. Which meant there could of been so much less work. That had deserved Max a hard punch in the arm, one which Samara hoped would leave a bruise. He deserved it. The little bugger.
After all the heavy lifting, Samara let her brother go grab a hot shower. Probably the finish decently warm one heād had in a while since the water back home was most like a luke warm, if they were lucky. Plus it meant by the time he was done then their take-away would hopefully arrive and they come eat together before unpacking his belongings. But as usual her lack of patience got the better of her and she pulled open the closest box to her and started to pick out each item and set it on the floor beside her.
It was mostly just full of junk and things which would get thrown out secretly in a few weeks once Max forgot about them but some things inside the box stood out to her. Photographs. They werenāt even important, not like family photos or baby pictures were. They were just some from parties theyād been to or days out where theyād been with friends who had those disposable camera. It was photographs of them, them being kids with no worries about what was waiting for them back at home. The pictures were mostly torn at the corners and had creases from being folded up. A couple of them were basically on their last legs, faded and you could see only one of them or if you looked close enough then a feature of the other.
Even though it hurt to think about the crappy childhood theyād had, it made Samara smile to think that at least they had been able to have moments to act like idiots and forget about home for a couple hours. Her thumb swiped gently across each photograph, as if she was trying to take in the memory again. Relive it some how. Because in those moment it was when her and Max were truly happy, she just hoped that now it would be like that everyday. She could afford to feed them now, give them hot showers and a decent bed to sleep in. She hoped it would stay this way because they were now out of their motherās grasp.
The 75th Hunger Games, also known as the third Quarter Quell, was the final Hunger Games ever held in Panem. Since this was a Quarter Quell, an extra twist was introduced.
#NO BUT#YOU DONāT REALIZEĀ #IF I WERE HEAD GAMEMAKER IāD DO DINOSAURS EVERY YEARĀ #like everyone would be like āwell they did dinosaurs last year so SURELYāĀ #and then BAM dinosaursĀ #and then the year after that iād assure everyone in all my interviews that this year we wouldnāt do any dinosaursĀ #and then - right at the end - DINOSAURSĀ #the next year iād make all the tributes take care of baby dinosaurs while in the arenaĀ #like the baby had to live through the games with you or youād loseĀ #but then it would grow into an adult dinosaur all at once and theyād have to ride a raptor around for the rest of the gamesĀ #very important very very important to meĀ #everything is dinosaursĀ [x]
#there are films about dogs #and books about dogs #and entire television series about dogs #and not a one of them will ever explain dogs #as well as this one scene in this one kids movie that is not even strictly about dogs #explains dogs
hello! iām charley and iām hoping to bring adriannaĀ āadeā knox to frostford! she is twenty-seven and works full-time as a receptionist at delford veterinary clinic & works part-time (mainly weekends) as a stable worker at magnolia hill ranch. so, if anyone would like to plot beforehand then just drop me a message and we can discuss more!
āDJās got those speakers thumpinā.ā - Drink To That All Night (Remix) by Jerrod Niemann ft Pitbull
Bodies moved with a beat that made the ground vibrate, shots were tipped back, the kind that burned, and music blasted from the speakers placed in multiple places around the venue. Perfection. Well in Declanās eyes it was. Loud, crowded and low-key. This place wasnāt located in the middle of the city, more hidden away from the hectic usual city life which exploded on a Saturday night.
āDonāt you worry, donāt you worry, child.ā - Donāt You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia
It was in places like this where Declan could get away with anything and no one in the outside world would know. Not in this place. Forbidden words could be spoken, certain acts could be committed and nothing would leave the four walls once the sun came up. Hands traced hips and lips lingered whilst the music acted a connecting pulse. And just as Declan was sure he would be leaving with his dancing partner in tow, she left him for someone else as his grabbed the annoying buzzing phone from his pocket. His mood dropped almost instantly as he saw the name flashing up at him, automatically shoving his way through the crowd to exit the building and answer the call which would only bring bad news.
āLook at me, looking for your acceptance do you give a damn.ā ā Good Enough by Jussie Smollett
The male only spoke one word, one word and that was to answer the call. Since then his fatherās voice loomed over him, even through the phone. The man didnāt even have to be in his presence to feel the spite in his words or even the crease which was surely within his eyebrows as he half yelled down the phone at Declan. It was the same as always, most of which he drowned out and listened to the music which came from the building he was standing outside of. Nothing he did was good enough and his father was only reminding him of that, something so small had gone wrong the other day but it was blown up to as if Declan had killed someone. Which he hadnāt. But he was seriously considering it with his father in these very moments.
āIāll never be big enough to pay your dues but I keep trying and you just keep making me jump through hoops.ā ā Good Enough by Jussie Smollett
Not listening seemed to be his best option. But then his father would suspect that and it would only fuel his anger more. It more than pissed the male off how his father would go on and on about practically the same thing, thinking he was purposely screwing up to make him look bad. But a lot of the time it was intended, the young male only wanted to enjoy his life. He needed to. He had to. Because if he didnāt do these things then he would surely go mad. Partying and drugs were the only way he stayed sane living in that house.
āDays go by, feeling broke and tired.ā - We Come Running by YoungBlood Hawke
The line went dead. No final words to be yelled. No goodbyes. It simply went quiet and then the hang up tone sounded and that was it. Hatred and anger boiled inside of Declan, once again he had been knocked down and battered with words about how much of a burden he was to his father. It may not have exactly said those words but t was all there. With the phone now silent in his hand, he was tempted to throw the bloody thing against the wall along with doing a few others things but that would only draw attention to himself.
āShit gets dark when you lose it all.ā- No Oneās Here To Sleep ā Naughty Boy ft. Bastille
Instead of doing something he deemed stupid, Declan ruffled through his pockets for his keys. Car keys. He needed to get away, somewhere quiet and somewhere no one would find him for a while. He needed to be alone. Unlocking the vehicle, he climbed behind the steering wheel and started it up. His foot pressed down hard on the accelerator which revved the car far too much for itās own good. Cars beeped as he veered in front of them, moving through different laps as he tried to control the vehicle. But rather than do that, he knocked the accelerator to the floor and shot through multiple traffic lights.
āWeāre driving fast in my car. Weāve got our riot gear on but we just want to have fun.ā - Fast In My Car by Paramore
Being drunk, pissed and in control of a car wasnāt a good mixture but Declan couldnāt find it in himself to care, rather it fuelled him further. This was his way of escaping right now, his father was behind him. Well he thought he was until his phone started to buzz again. His hand reached into his pocket to pull it out but due to his mind being busy on other things and his total locak of co-orderation, he dropped the phone and like a drunk idiot he went to try find it. Which meant his eyes were off the road and one hand was off the steering wheel. With the quick few seconds of not being in complete control, not like he ever was, the car swerved to the right and collided with another car sending them both into a spin before hitting a parked car.
āHow did the night ever get like this?ā ā Runninā by Adam Lambert
have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someoneās status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didnāt want to read. or you found out something you were better off not knowing. itās almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself.Ā
So cunning youāve become. How youāve changed since you back came to us from the convent. I miss the girl you were. Many will. She was easier to kill.
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