Pearlonthesea

Status: London.Witty.Life
Joined: March 7, 2011
Last Seen: 6 months
Location: Narnia, Hogwarts, Camp half blood, Capitol
Gender: F








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Hunger Games♥ For Readers: There might be times where I'm not posting chapters, don't worry, they'll be there soon(:
 
 
 
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The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen

Quotes by Pearlonthesea

FACTS#1

Eating chocolate improves your ability in Maths

Love Needs Time

And now it’s only your face that I see everywhere; the only thing that keeps me thinking is you…

People always ask how I got my nice things;

Take my crown to the grave, I’m an Underground King

-Drake

Life: It can be bitter sometimes, but take time to pick out the seeds and know that the sweetness is there, just waiting to be found

Unknown.

37

Scarlett/Unknown's POV
He laughed. "Why are you asking questions, when you know the whole story, sweetheart?" A smirk glided across his cheeks. "Revenge; sweet and simple, revenge," Vengeance blurring into a blaze in his eyes, filled with a fiery breath of darkness.
"So you killed them all?" I asked again. I wanted this conversation to go on longer.
Who knows; maybe that way I will live longer?
Sirois's eyes met the ground and he silently chewed on his lower lip; a clear sign of anxiety. He was scared. But of what?
"So you killed them all?" I repeated my question for the third time. Still, no reply. "I'm only asking you a simple question." Okay, maybe not so simple.
The words 'You killed them all?' in a sense of saying is a pretty short and easy thing to say (put into speech), but if you look at the deeper context and the words 'killed them all, then its not the simplest and brightest question to answer.
"We haven't got all day; lets just kill the girl and get it done and over with." Brett's voice echoed as his managed to growl after the dark tone he had used.
"No. She wants answers, doesn't she?" Sirois looked up at me, meeting his cold, emotionless eyes with my hopeless ones. "Doesn't she?" He smirked as I snapped back to reality- he was asking me a question. "Yes, that's exactly what I want." I spoke in an equal tone to him; meeting his dark and cruel character.
"Then its true," Sirois's smug look was starting to appear back; it was the same look he gave me when he was talking about my mother and his relationship when they were in high school. Its the smirk that always suggests something bad is surely about to happen.
"Whats true?"
"That I killed them all," He smiled, and completed it with a spine chilling crackle that filled the amphitheatre.
Drag things longer Don't stop. Keep asking.
But it was too late: warm, hot tears were burning down my face. My vision was blurring, sliding me away, slithering me to the deepest, darkest corners of my brain.
I closed my eyes.
The obscure thoughts I didn't want to ever see were slowing flashing before me again:
An faded image of my mother, followed by small children and a tall man; then there's me.
Well probably not me, but a little girl, who slightly resembles me. She's crying. But why?
The woman's face is a bit more clearer now, and it almost resembles Elizabeth Cromwell (Wasn't she my mother's sister?).
Then could the blurred woman be Agatha, my birth mother.
Where are these thoughts coming from? Nick used to tell me that the deepest and strongest memories are always in your brain, and if you try to remember them, they change, every time; But memories that are from your childhood...Well...they'll always be there, inside your head, inside your brain; kept locked, and secret.
The little girl who looks like me, or probably is me; holds out her hand to her mother, that is paying attention to the other kids now.
"Scarlett, come here and clean up your brother's face, the cake is smothered all over his clothes now," The mother whispered, while she tied up a little girl's hair into little pigtails.
In seconds, the tall man appeared again. "They're back," He whispered; there was a slightly worrying tone in his voice. Who's back?
The mother didn't say anything, instead she ran over to me, picking me up and running outside, with me in her arms.
"You know what to do," She mumbled to the driver in the old horse cart. The driver nodded, and looked at the seats at the back.
"I'll take her to the lakes," He growled, looking ahead of him and not daring to look at my face.
Tears were running down the mother's face, she looked at the little girl and slowly put her on the seats, kissing her forehead and then backing away, before the horse neighed and was clomping off.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the little girl was me, and that was mother; the tall man was my father; and the other little boy and girl were my siblings.
I don't know what happened after that, maybe the fact that the town exploded and everyone in it died.
The people that came back (the ones that my father was talking about; the tall man; 'They're back') were probably Sirois Mandeth and his men.
So whatever happened to my siblings?
Sirois said he killed my mother and father and the whole town. But he never mentioned my siblings; did he not want me to know that I had a little brother and sister?
What ever happened to them?
Now that is another question he'll have to answer.
But that can only happen when I wake up.



I was meant to post this on the 1st August, but never got the chance; because I've been going around to other people's houses after my B-day(: Sorry :'(

Happy Birthday to me

Let The Games Begin

A start to London 2012 Olympics

Olympic Torch Went Past My House