livetolovex3

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i'm jackie. this is my diary.
Hi, I'm Jackie. 13. I'm immature, awkward, and nerdy. I laugh at the wrong times and I find joy in childish things. You probably won't like me, and I couldn't care less. Only a few people have the insanity to put up with me.
This is my story account. I love to write and read, and I thought I'd share some of my stories with you

My main account is LilaLove99.

The Hunger Games is my life, soccer is my sport, and Darcey is my wife.
 welcome to hell.
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          Dominiae; Chapter 1

The girl in the mirror stares back at me.
Piercing hazel eyes, long glossy black hair, and a small, crescent-shaped birthmark just above my left eyebrow. I slide my finger gently over the birthmark gingerly, as though not to disturb it. The crescent glows a soft, silky silver for a moment before fading back to a muddy brown hue. I take one last look at myself, ensuring that my black pencil skirt and white blouse are in place, before the mirror begins to hum. It glows and vibrates, becoming waves of glass, before splitting in the middle to allow me to crawl through. I jump on the bathroom sink and crouch, sliding gracefully through the opening as I have done so many times before. I walk briskly through the hallway, my black high heels clicking on the metal floor. After a minute, I reach the end of the hallway. I crouch low enough to place my left eye in front of a square scanner. Red lasers capture DNA from my eye and check me into the building. The metal walls open before me, and I step into the vast, high-tech room. I make my way to the locker rooms, where I step into a large shower, fully clothed. I enter my name into a panel on the wall, and the shower walls awake with a start. Immediately, I am immersed in a cool, sweet-smelling fog while the walls of the machine swiftly undress me, redress me in my work clothes, and then collectively shut off. The shower door unlocks and the platform I stand on shoots from the inside of the machine. I step off the platform and head to a small, plain white room, where I am greeted by Alloma Servius. She regards me kindly but distractedly, hands me my daily schedule, and offers me a bagged lunch as she welcomes me back for the first day of training since last year. I accept graciously before gliding out of her office and to my first lesson. Being sixteen, I now work mostly as a teacher to new, younger Dominiae. My first lesson is my favorite to teach--bomb producing. I pull on a smile and step into the classroom. As their intense, innocent faces stare up at me expectedly, I can only form one overwhelming thought:
Most of them won't live to see next summer.




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