won't stop till its over // won't stop to surrender // ♥

Ehhhh.... I haven't really done anything out of the ordinary to lose weight :(
I'm in cheerleading and basketball at this point in the year so my usual is pretty hardcore workouts though.
Note: i really need to stop loving food so much

for challenge one ;

BMI - 19.5 . ♥.

I'd like to weigh 115 pounds(:

- my goal is to eat healthier, get a thigh gap, and get a six pack ♥♥

 
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I will no longer be posting these onto polyvore. I have edited them and posted them to Archive of Our Own.
You can still read them here -
http://archiveofourown.org/works/617819 , and I'm planning on updating it more there.
 

 
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Holiday Gifts

 
-So Christmas is just around the corner! But many of us struggle what to get for presents each year. So, here’s a guide:
 

 
MOM:
 

 
- Decorations for your house. I got my mom a flower pot that said 'Bloom where you're planted ♥'
and she loved it! (:
 

- Candles! My mom ALWAYS has candles lit!
 

- Perfume, lotion, and other beauty products!
 

 
YOUR SISTER:
YOUNGER: (10 & under. If she’s older than that, than she’s gonna be put in the middle-ish sister section.)

 
-A Fuzzy Blanket // Pillow. My sister loves everything fuzzy (:
 

- Dolls
 

- Movies and Tv Show DVDS
(like princess movies or Shake It Up)
*Sidenote: sometimes little kids try too hard to grow up :( and don't like it. i wish i was little kid again! which is why i didn't include makeup and stuff, but if you want you can her that too! (:
 

 
MIDDLE-ISH AGED SISTER: (11-15)
-Clothes Ask her what stores she likes though and what styles she likes.

 
-Books from the Hunger Games, Pretty Little Liars, or Divergent series work great(:

 
-Gift Cards to the Mall!
 

 
OLDER AGED SISTER: (16+)

 
-Perfume! Every girl likes to smell nice.
 

-Clothes. Well, duhh.(:

 
-Jewelry! All girls love jewelry! I recommend Forever 21, Charlotte Russe, and Wet Seal
 

 
YOUR BROTHER:
YOUNG BROTHER: (10 & under)

 
-Sport equipment! Like get him a new basketball or a baseball glove!(:
 

-LEGOS!(: My brother loved legos when he was 6 & younger.
 

 
MIDDLE BROTHER: (11-15)
-Football jerseys of his fave team!(:

 
-Nerf Guns! Yes, those fake little guns that shoot stryofoam bullets. 11 year old boys love those.

 
-Call of Duty or Black Ops if he doesn't have it already. You know, those video games where you’re in the military and shoot the other teams.(:
 

 
OLDER BROTHER (16+)

 
-Black Ops works in this section, too.(:

 
-Does he play an instrument ?(guitar?) Get him a songbook that has songs from one of his favorite singers or bands. I know they have a Beatles book cause I had one.(: I’m POSITIVE they have other bands though.
 

 
DAD:
 

 
-My dad LOVES music. Get him a giftcard to a music store.(:

 
-Football jerseys and baseball caps for your hometown team.(:

 
-Get him DVDs of seasons of his favorite TV show.(:
 

 

I hoped that helped!(:

-brooke ♥

falala

{ Fight for Me } Chapter Four
 

I am home. My mum pours me a cup of tea and I take a seat at the table and pick up the newspaper. It’s a luxury only the Capitol and District One and Four have. After I finish, I grab my bag and head to work. I jog to the dock and see my friend and co-worker, Zayn.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” I say getting out my net.

“Great, sorry, but I gotta go. There’s a ton of fish out today.” he says in a rush, and heads out the door.

I am alone once again.

 

*

I wake up with the sad memory of home. I miss my mum, I miss Gemma, I miss Zayn, I miss work. I miss the fish. But today is training day. I can’t focus on District 4.

So I grow some balls and head into the dining room. There sits a blank table. It must be early. With all the thoughts buzzing in my head I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep, so I sit in a random chair and help myself. The grilled salmon looks appetizing so I stab a piece with my fork and grab a roll. I look down and my plate and frown. District 4 food. I add a piece of cake to the plate to make up for it.

After finishing eating, I take a short shower in the high tech bathroom and walk back to the dining room, where Talia and Kai sit. I don’t focus on their conversation and tune out their voices. Thinking back to my mother, I realize what I must stay focused on. The Games. So following Kai down to the training center, I try think of a strategy.

*

The elevator emerges into the basement of the building. Almost half of the tributes had already arrived, chattering loudly amongst themselves. I stood awkwardly by Talia, while the glowing tributes from District One obviously were the main topic of interest between the tributes.

More and more tributes arrived until everyone was present. A man exited the elevator and explained the instructions to us.

We would get three days to learn from all the training centers around the room. On the fourth day, we would show our skills to the gamemakers and get a ranking that would be broadcast to the entire population.

*

I split off from Talia as the training started. My strategy was simple: do all the survival centers for the first two days, on the third only combat centers, and show of my combat skills in the meeting with the gamemakers.

The first center I went to was a center on how to start a fire. I stayed there for about a half an hour and moved on to poisonous berries. We break-ed for lunch and I decided to work on my ballsy act and so I sat by the District One tributes.

{ Fight for Me } Chapter Three
 

Once the train had stopped we went immediately to a pink building with huge scissors on the front. While Hestia escorted us inside Thalia went to the pink section of the building on the right and I was pointed to the blue section on the left.

When I got there I was placed on a table and greeted by three odd looking men. “We’re your stylist’s assistants” the one with the purple hair and the yellow-est skin I’ve ever seen said. “I’m Xavior, this is Octave and Zylon.” He said. “We’re just going to do the regular procedures, then your stylist, Honei will get your outfit together.” Zylon interjected, smoothing his thick see-through tights.

They smeared green cream on my face to prevent my face from growing a beard, waxed my eyebrows, dyed my arm hair lighter, and styled my hair. When Honei came in I already looked extremely better than normal.

Honei was a typical Capitol citizen, with her bright green hair and eyelashes that went past her nose. “Happy Hunger Games!” She immediately let out in her Capitol accent, making me already hate her. “As you know, both tributes must represent the good they make in their district.

“So I’ll be a fish.” I let out with a sigh, interrupting her.
“No, this year we’re taking a different approach.” She said, making me relax a bit as I let her finish. “This year me and Hector, my partner, are dressing you and Thalia as what you are: fisherman. I said nothing as I let the words sink in. I’d most likely look ridiculous as humanly possible. Honei left and quickly came back with a shiny garment I guessed was my outfit. I slipped it on and looked in the body length mirror in the corner of the room. I’d looked breathtaking, my hair so shiny I could almost see my reflection, my hair moved out of my face so you could see my chiseled features. My fishing clothes and boots were gleaming in the light, with a pearls threaded into a net that was hanging over my torso. Honei handed me the one thing that made me miss home so far- a trident. The trident was how I caught fish in my district. It made me miss my parents, reminding me of how my father had always fished with me sunup to sundown, teaching me all he knew.

As I walked to our chariot for the opening ceremony to present us to the public, I caught a glimpse of Thalia, and she looked amazing. Her nails were painted blue with shiny silver polish on the tips. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and her light blue eyes were incrusted with metallic sparkles. She was wearing an identical costume, but she looked much better than I did.
 
When the chariots started moving, I glanced at the first chariot in line and saw the tributes from One. Or, at least I think I did. They looked like a complete transformation from what I saw on the television broadcast of their reaping. They looked breathtaking in their diamond beaded gown and tux, with matching silver crowns. Their hair was streaked with blue and green, as the boy had blue eyes and the girls were green. All eyes were on them as we paraded through the Capitol. Even as the other chariots rode past, we would only get a small glimpse until their eyes moved back to the first chariot. Throughout the ceremony, the camera was always on them. I felt a pang of jealousy. I thought Thalia and I had looked so special only to get up shone by them. One of them would probably win because of sponsors.
 
Sponsors were people who bought essential materials I would need in the Games. I would receive them from a parachute in the sky. Sponsors were a huge part of if I lived or died.
 
Once the opening ceremony was over, I retreated back into my room on the fourth floor at the hotel the tributes stayed at. Thalia called me for dinner, but I ignored her. Tomorrow would be a big day. We would start our training. I slipped under the covers and somehow fought all the thoughts in my head and drifted asleep.
 
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{ Fight for Me } Chapter Two
 
The peacekeepers hands had a tight grip on my arm as they escorted me to the city hall building where I would most likely say goodbye to my family before I died.
My mum and my sister Gemma visited me once I was settled into the dusty old room that was only used for this purpose.
As soon as I saw my family I wrapped them in a monstrous hug. I didn’t let go until the peacekeepers grabbed them from me. We didn’t speak, there was nothing to say. We all knew I was going to die.
 
The next person to stroll inside my room was Mayor Dunbryll. I hadn’t spoken to the mayor since the reaping. We weren’t strangers, we often had a small chat as I was paid for my fish that I caught for the Capitol.
“Listen, boy,” the mayor started looking me straight in the eye.
“This district needs a winner. I think that’s you. You go in the arena, you fight, you win, you come home.” he stated, as if it was my decision if I was killed or not.
Once again we sat in silence until Hestia came in to take me to the Capitol.

*

On the train, my mentor Kai Dylanfield, the last victor, had coached me and Thalia on presenting ourselves in the Capitol.
We re-watched the reapings from the other districts and looked at our competitors.
The girl from One, Velvet, had the lightest shade of blonde hair imaginable and the darkest green eyes. The boy from one had short feathered hair and sparkling blue eyes. The girl was obviously training before she volunteered in the reaping but the boy was picked and no one had wanted to volunteer this year. Last year a boy named Gold from One had won so everyone was well fed and didn’t have to take tesserae. Tesserae was enough oil and spices for one person for a month. To get tesserae meant more entries in the reaping for you.
The girl from five named Heller was very muscular and didn’t look down or sad when she was called. In Eight it was Weave and Flax, and in Nine Rye and Barzie.
I couldn’t remember either of the tributes from ten’s names but they were both as pale as the foam from the ocean so I nicknamed them White and Bubble.
The tributes from Eleven were Willow and Pepper, and Twelve was Ash and Nelly.
 
No one really stuck out as an extreme challenge but maybe that was because they were all strong and powerful looking. I can already imagine the hovercraft picking up my body from the place where I will be murdered soon.

*

After waking up, I rubbed my eyes and looked out the train window. I could tell we were here.
The Capitol was bright and cheery and happy, the exact opposite of District 4 on reaping day.
There was hundreds of people gathered around the train waiting to see a glimpse of the newest tributes. As we rode into the city I walking out of my room to see Thalia sitting on a stool just staring out into the sea of people.

“It’s scary, huh?” She spoke so quickly and suddenly, I was startled when she began.

“In a matter of days our lives could be over. In a matter of days we could be dead.” Her words hit with such an urgency that the words finally sunk in. I was just another tribute to the Capitol. I was just a toy. They didn’t care about my life. All they cared about was their games.

“I’m not going to think like that. I’m going to go win, and go home. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to die yet.” My words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. I was being extremely arrogant and rude but I didn’t care. Thalia would be dead in a couple of days. If my coming home to District 4 meant killing her, then so be it.
 
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{ Fight for Me } Chapter One
 

“Hello boys and girls!” Hestia Jardine’s voice rang through the hundreds of speakers placed throughout the town square. Someone coughed in the middle of the audience.
Today was the reaping. The ‘event’ the Districts had once a year to pick the tributes for the televised fight to the death known as The Hunger Games. One boy and one girl was picked from each of the twelve districts. They were sent to the Capitol to prepare and forced into the arena where the fight would occur.
“I hope you are having a marvelous day! Today is a marvelous day, isn’t is, Mayor Dunbryll?” Hestia asked, sounding very shrill.
“Why yes,” the mayor of District 4 responded, not wanting to sound rude but still noting today would not be marvelous.
“Well then. Why don’t we get started. Ladies first.” Hestia said in the silence.
She reached into the big glass bowl, and picked out a folded piece of white paper.
“Thalia Ivory!” Hestia announced with a giant smile on her face.
A girl who couldn’t have been over 14 walked up to the stage, looking very frightened as the tributes almost always do.
Hestia and her red, waist-length hair walked over to the bowl on the other side of the stage.
“Onto the boys. Let’s see.” She happily reached into the second bowl and walked over to the microphone once more.
“Harry Styles!” Hestia said. The crowd was silent. I gasped and placed my hand over my mouth.
I couldn’t be more devastated.
I knew those two people would never come back. They would die in the arena just like our district’s tributes do almost every single year. It wasn’t that that upset me the most.
What upset me the most was that it was me.
 
Sorry this chapter was so short, but the story will pick up, I promise.
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