Creative Writing: Veronica's Activation Spell '

“The boy went back to the corner where he had been studying and pulled out a thick book carefully covered in brown paper.” (pg 233)

“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.

Estelle picked it up and flipped through it. Empty page upon empty page looked back at her, her fingers running over the flawlessly smooth cover.

"We need to go to bed it going to be early when we get up tomorrow." Cody said.

She returned to our bed and laid down on the edge. “I know what you are thinking.”

I gripped the over-annotated, photocopied packet in my eager fingers so that my sweaty fingers made print marks on the black speckled page. And I read. I cried. And my dream changed.

“Can you go with us tonight?” Nicole asked. “The kids are asleep, and we’ll be home before their parents get back.”

I still shook, worried of what to find in the next letter. Once I found the strength to finally rip it open, I still dreaded the possibility's of what could be stained on the white sheet.

I flipped to the very last page, the blank paper a light tan, coarse, rough to the touch. My hand reached for the charcoal pencil behind my ear, wanting to draw, to sketch. My art was not a traitor, and it shall never be. It would comfort me now that I need it.

“It reeks in here and you’re holding an illegal item. This is not how I wanted to spend my afternoon.” Percival moved to the double doors. “I’m leaving. And you should toss that book down into the cesspool.”

He discovered that while he sat helplessly musing he had also been writing, as though by automatic action. And it was no longer the same cramped awkward handwriting as before. His pen had slid voluptuously over the smooth paper, printing in large neat

Holding the said article, I noticed how it was delicately folded, similar to an art of folding an origami. Creasing my brows together, I put away the umbrella with the name plate and proceeded to unfold the parchment, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

page turned into the second, third, and so on. I was really into the book as I discovered more

Frustrate, Cord closed the file and as he stood up his eye caught sight of the sheet of paper resting on the floor. When he leaned over to pick it up, he noticed something written, in faded blue ink, on the back of it:

Although tired, Sabrina cannot fall asleep, lying in bed until early in the morning with anxious thoughts that plague her mind. She knows that logically she should sleep, but she is unable, fearing what will happen as morning slowly comes. In the end, she dozes off for a bit once her mind finally shuts off, but that light nap was not nearly enough to rest fully rest someone. Upon waking up, Sabrina knows that her nightmare of this place will come to an end soon. Today is the last day she’ll be in the Capitol with 23 others with everyone unharmed and alive. Today will be the last day in which she doesn’t completely have to fear for her life.