I feel stunning, my stylist might be completely crazy but damn can she make a dress. I’m wearing a long, strapless dress that goes from blue to navy to black from top the bottom. When she turns it on I shine like the night sky, or how she puts it “like the capitol skyline looks after a few drinks, thanks to the power plants in your district.” The top has a few lights sprinkled here and there and the bottom is so lit up it seems like there is no fabric underneath. Adam jokes that it looks like she got lazy and just grabbed the night sky and make it into a dress. At least this will boost my confidence in the chariot ride because I’ve already thrown up every day since leaving district 5, what will they do without me? No food, money, a few of my friends promised to take care of my family but still.
As we board the chariot I am feeling strangely good, like nothing can hurt me, odd for someone who has 23 plus people wanting her dead. Then with a sudden jolt we’re off, we go through a tunnel and enter the large square. Instantly I find myself waving with a huge smile on my face and stealing glimpses of the other tributes. I decide to look into the crowd just for fun and there they are. My parents.
Instantly I am thrown back to my childhood in district 4, training for the Hunger Games I would no doubt participate in when I turned 12. I was the shining star out of all the children I knew. “Swim like a fish, run like a cheetah, that’s my girl!” my father use to say. I detested them, they made me do their job while they sat around and drank, i had to cook, clean, train anything they told me with no questions asked. I ever complained I would be left out on the beach the entire night, they preferred to do it in the winter.
One day soon after my twin brothers were born I heard that a train was passing through district 4 to send parts into district 5. Late in the night I packed up everything I could carry, grabbed my brothers and sneaked onto the train to meet my grandparents in district 5. I never looked back after that day and here they were, staring back at me with their chilling grin and devious eyes. Then it hit me like a tonne of bricks. They want my brothers. Of course, they were so happy when they had boys. They could train them into great fighters and finally live in one of the victors houses. When I die they’ll go to district 5 and take them, those monsters! And It looks like they know someone higher up if they’re in the Capitol now.
Finally the ride comes to an end, I realize my fists had been clenched since I saw those two. I relax and try to hide the burning inferno inside of me, I match the district to the outfits and calm myself looking for allies, if I don’t keep my head in the game it will be over for me soon.
(There was a mix up, so I am awarding this piece 10 point for the trouble.)