District eight- zoom in on MARIGOLD, outside in a field, singing to FLOSSIE.
MARIGOLD - (singing)
Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep
Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
Ohhh, oh no
And you let her go
Ohhh, oh no
Well you let her go
FLOSSIE - Beautiful, as always.
MARIGOLD - Thanks. That song was written years ago, before Panem even existed. Some people believe that parts of it were lost ages ago. They think this is only a shortened one.
FLOSSIE - I always wondered what that life was like. No Hunger Games, no reaping, no Capitol.
The two pause for a few seconds.
MARIGOLD - Flossie, how many times is your name in today?
FLOSSIE - 25, I think, due to tesserae. What about you?
MARIGOLD - Not as bad, I only have mine in 15 times. My older sister and I each took out two tesserae, that way we can feed our family enough, but still not have a huge risk of being chosen. Both my sister and I wanted to take out more, but Mum and Dad refused, eventually we came to this. I just hope you'll be ok.
FLOSSIE - There are still thousands of slips, it's still more likely for someone else to be chosen.
MARIGOLD - I know, you keep telling me, 'all we can do is hope for the best.' But then, it's not going to be 'alright' no matter who is chosen. We still have to watch these games. We still have to be slaves for the Capitol.
FLOSSIE - I know, but we won't fix anything by complaining. Let's go home, we need to get dressed up all fancily so we can look nice when we're about to die. See you at the reaping.
End of part 1
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Flowers and blood (A Hunger Games Fan-fiction)
FanfictionIt's the 62nd Hunger Games, and Jay's little sister has just been chosen, so he volunteers to protect her. The siblings meet a girl named Marigold, and the three form an alliance. Can they survive together? Note: I made this script so I could make a...
