The 73rd Hunger Games ch.2
Most of the girls next to me turned towards me in shock, worried, terrified. I turn to Finch, she has a panicked face. My sister, looks at me, but I can't see her. If I don't leave the crowd soon, Rosalina will be calling me out. Best not keep her waiting, so i slowly make my way way through the crowd where the peacekeepers are waiting to take me to the stage. Time only seems to slow when I look back to my sister, this is my last time seeing her. She mouths my name as I stand before everyone.
"Now, for the boys," she says walking over to the second bowl, where a name will be drawn and a young man could be walking into his death. she reaches in to the bottom and draws the slip. "Jason Vinedese!" My jaw drops a bit. Jason? The boy that's been going to my school since we were kids, just one year older than me. When we were older, I was barely noticed by him, a lot of people were barely noticed by him. But I wanted to be. Now, I have to face him in a matter of life and death. The peacekeep
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 1It was the day of the Reaping. I walked through the streets, deliberately trying to stall my return home. The shops were closed today, their doors locked and the Peacekeepers usually stationed near the growing sprawl were busy rounding up the district for the Reaping, not that anyone would fight against it here. District 1 was a place where few thought about rebellion, and fewer thought that it would be dishonorable to be in the Hunger Games.
The Hunger Games, they were a trick of the government, an indisputable way to show the citizens that the Capitol was in charge. They were a tool used to keep the districts in line, as were the Peacekeepers to fight back the riots that were happening in the other districts, and to prevent them from happening here. We were the citizens of the Capitol, the suppliers. They needed us to make everything that they used and indulged in, tucked away inside their glamorous buildings. Without us, they'd suffer, and they couldn't let that happen now, could th
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 2The Reaping concluded with the citizens still clapping while we made our way to the capitol building. There was a Peacekeeper on either side of me. I reckoned they were there to keep us from running. Martin walked ahead of me, a confident smile on his face, showcasing his threatening demeanor in the way he held himself. Watching him walk in front of me, I sized him up.
He was tall, around six feet, and built of solid muscle. As a Career, he had obviously trained the majority of his life for these days. Careers were what the other districts, and the Capitol, called the tributes of District 1 and District 2. We had been trained from a young age for the Hunger Games. I had trained too, but I was not built as solidly as he was. I was smaller, almost slender compared to him. I worked mainly with throwing knives while he could swing a deadly blow with a sledgehammer and not even blink an eye.
We reached the capitol building. The Peacekeepers marched us in through the two large, oak doors. In
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 3We boarded the train with no luggage other than our heavy hearts. The Peacekeepers dogged our every move until we were seated in an elaborate dining room. It was furnished with rich oriental carpeting, ornate wooden chairs and table, and small twinkling lights in the ceiling. I sat across from Martin and at the heads of the table sat Trinket and Glint. The Peacekeepers backed out of the room and two teenage girls wearing a simple uniform of black jeans and a dark green button up shirt wheeled in two carts parallel to the table. They stationed themselves by their carts.
"This is the best part, tributes. You can eat whatever you want, and how much of it you'd like. It's a great way to gain a few pounds before the arena. Trust me, you'll be glad you did then," Glint said in his gravelly voice.
I looked him over. He was short, only an inch or two taller than me. His muscles were wiry, yet prominent. Back in his day, he must have been quite the athlete. He stood up and walked over to a cart
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 4When Glint and Trinket had dismissed us, we both left the dining room for our rooms. A woman in uniform led me to my room. I went to open the door and she tapped me on the shoulder, holding out a worn index card.
'If you need anything, just ask,' I read. I smiled at her and nodded. "Thank you," I said. She must have used those index cards repeatedly with the tributes on the trains before us.
I walked into the room, admiring the grandeur. There was a downy bed complete with sheets and a thick blanket, a walk in closet, and a bathroom. Slipping off my shoes, I walked across the plush carpet and examined the closet. There was a panel with different options. I selected a plain t-shirt and there was a series of clicks and a compartment opened above the panel. There were four t-shirts, of the same type, each one in a different size. I took the largest and threw it on, then crawled into my bed. The last thing I saw as I snuggled between the covers was the purple dress I'd worn today and which
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