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Creative Writing: The Exodus

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The Exodus The morning sun is hidden behind a desolate gray sky. The temperatures are nearing frigid, despite the fact it’s August: always a month of sweltering heat in the District. An ashy flurry started sometime between Madge and Gale’s conversation and when they both had woken up. “The smoke is literally hiding away the sun’s warmth,” Gale had explained to Posy, who was absolutely delighted at the sight of ‘snow’ in summer. “The flurry has to pass through the smoke, which is why it’s falling black.” It made a rather eerie picture; a lush, green forest, slowly being dusted by black water from the skies. The Hawthorne’s and Madge eat a meagre breakfast. Madge allows herself from her pack only three sips of water, and two crackers. It’s probably best to ration until there’s a more definite source of food. Gale stands up first, dusting himself off before looking at Madge. “Ready?” Her head is still aching, and she is suddenly overcome with anxiety. What if she can’t properly pass on the knowledge of gathering to everyone? What if she herself never even properly learned it? It isn’t as if Katniss had tested her on it. She swallows thickly and nods if only because she can’t bear the thought of letting her Father, her District, Katniss, and Gale down so monumentally. Besides, she can’t succeed if she doesn’t try, right? And if she doesn’t try, then she fails by default. Feeling a bit more confident, Madge stands up, thankfully without much protest from her muscles,

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