pls help!!
i read a book (hunger games the first book) and the teacher told us to write a poem using a chapter or part of the story so wrote some. could you tell me if its not good or to little or to much. thank you! no spamming
(the title)
What have I done?
Striding toward the elevator,
Flinging my bow to one side and my quiver on the other.
Hit the number twelve button with my fist.
The doors sliding together.
I make it back to my room before the tears start running down my cheeks.
I hear the others calling for me, but I just ignore them.
I’ve ruined everything.
If I’d stood even a ghost of a chance,
It all vanished when I sent that arrow flying at Gamemakers.
What will they do to me now?
Arrest me? Execute me?
What was I thinking, shooting at the Gamemkers?
Of course, I wasn't, I was shooting at the apple because I was angry.
I wasn’t trying to kill one of them.
If I were, they’d be dead!
Oh, what does it matter?
It’s not like i’m gonna win anyways.
Haymitch and Effie are knocking on my door.
I shout at them to go away, and they do.
Now I'm sure I'll have the lowest score of the twenty-four.
When Effie taps on the door to call me to dinner, I decide I may as well go.
I avoid looking at anyone as I take tiny spoonfuls of fish soup.
I let my eyes meet Peeta’s.
He raises his eyebrows. A question. What happened?
I just give my head a small shake.
After dinner, we go to the sitting room to watch the scores announced on television.
