Backpack Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The backpack looked large enough to support a small expedition. Interesting. Very interesting. Mrs. Holt stared at it. “What exactly is in there?” “Essentials.” Eleanor looked suspicious. “Define essentials.” Nova opened the bag. “Three notebooks.” Reasonable. “Two planners.” Less reasonable. “Colored markers.” Expected. “A flashlight.” Interesting. “Emergency chocolate.” Mrs. Holt nodded approvingly. “Excellent decision.” “There are also batteries.” “For the chocolate?” “For the flashlight.” “That also makes more sense.” Adrian accepted coffee from Ava while observing the situation with visible concern.

Taran I carry Tru in my arms as I follow the hydra. She passed out after asking what happened. Our clothes are soaked, even the ones in the bag, so I left them hanging in a tree to dry. I took the backpack to easily carry Tru, Willow’s gift, and supplies to take care of Tru when she wakes.

They all seemed to be talking amongst their friends, ignoring the other groups around them. Two people stood at the front gate. One wore a smile as bright as her green eyes, but the other only looked on in slight confusion, a scowl upon his face. His hands were deep into the pockets of his uniform. On his back was a black backpack that held all of the necessary things he needed for a day at school. He began to wonder how a normal human could carry so much. It was nothing to him, but for his companion it seemed a bit difficult.

And of course my leather jacket and light blue converse. I also grab a plain white bikini, a towel, some sunscreen and a pair of black sunglasses with a golden frame in my backpack for the trip to the beach after school. I decide to take a pack of dried seaweed with me as well in case I get hungry later on. I believe that's all I need so I put my light purple and white backpack over my right shoulder before I walk out of my apartment and lock it after me.

“Miss Holly, make sure to stick close to Belle and your nanny, alright?” “Sir Ajax,” the driver says, heading over to him. “Would you like to leave your things in the car?” “No thanks. I’m fine with carrying this.” Ajax slings his backpack effortlessly behind him. Seeing how the weight shifts as he carries it, I know that it’s heavy. “Geez, what do you have in there? Camping things?” I can’t help but wonder while staring at his backpack. “Are you planning to leave school? If you are, allow me to be the first person to thank you for doing me a HUGE favor.”

Hearing the commotion, Cyrus and Shorty stepped over to see, too. "I was hoping my blonde hair would shift with me, but apparently a bleach job doesn't work that way," Brat continued, pulling at her bangs. "Oh, my God, I am STARVING. I want burgers! Oooh and brisket! I'm going to the store!" She rushed out of view. "Put some clothes on first!" Bonnie yelled. "Anyway, I've got my hands full here. Keep me posted." "Will do, Alpha," Red saluted before the call ended.

Some of the territory you’ll be crossing is dry and arid. Adam nodded. “Your mom filled my backpack up with food and water.” It was nice having a mom, as opposed to a Mother. Esther had made sure he had as much as she could fit into the pack without weighing him down too much. He also had some hydration pills, just in case. Plenty of ammunition for the gun in his holster was also in the pack, but he hoped he didn’t need it. One gun against the Motherhood likely wouldn’t be effective. “Before we hook the cart up, I think you should try it out. I guess I’ll show you first.”

“Shh, baby. We’re just leaving this bad place, okay? Somewhere better. But you have to be brave for me, can you do that?” He nodded, though his lower lip trembled. I shoved our clothes into the satchel, slid the folded schoolbooks into the gaps, and tucked the snacks I had hidden away… two packets of biscuits, a small bottle of groundnuts, and the bread roll I had bought earlier, into their hands. “Eat these now,” I whispered. “Keep quiet. Don’t cry, Heather, please. She’ll hear us.” Heather tried to swallow her sobs, her voice breaking. “She’ll find us, Elena… she always finds us…”

But that was because of her backpack, laying in the middle of the clearing. With a cry Malcom ran over and checked it. Poppy had called this backpack her go bag, where she kept everything she needed to leave on a moment’s notice, a hold over from her foster care days when she only had a few minutes to pack before being shipped off to yet another home. Inside were her clothes, old, tattered, worn, but well cared for; some necessary toiletries like deodorant and a toothbrush; some money; and her passport. She had been leaving him.

Justin glared at him and growled, "This is our first time here. The map is simple. We don't know what's down there. What are you going to do down there? Do you want to die?" "But..." Tim hesitated. "My backpack is very important!" Tim's backpack was indeed very important. There was a compass, a position indicator, a climbing apparatus, military shovels, a first aid kit, and so on. Everything they needed in case of an accident was in his backpack. Losing it was really bad news. Justin frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let's check what we have now." "All right." They checked their things. Anne had daily necessities, and Justin and the other two had guns and other defensive tools. And they als