Quelling the Flames

Jason Minx, District 2, Task 1

I looked down at myself to see myself wearing a suit that looked to be made of stones. I kept think about my little brother building house out of small stone back in district 2. A single tear flowed down my cheeks at the memory. My brother the one I probably won't see again because of the stupid capital and there entertainment. I let out a scream and punched the wall I left a bent and my knuckles were bleeding. I gripped my hair and pulled on it sinking to the ground as I did so. I curled up in a ball crying more then I should. I let out a shaky breath try to calm down. I got up and grabbed some cloth and wrapped it around my hand.
I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I looked at appearance my eyes all red and puffy and the tiny bit of makeup they put on me was messed up. I wiped the rest off know I would get yelled at. My attire didn't flatter my body what so ever making look a bit blocky. I sighed and walked out once I did I was surrounded by capital people they pulled my back in the room and redid my make up making me look like I was crying a few seconds ago. They all left with out saying word.
"Damn capital people looking all weird and not give a second thought about other people then themselves," I whispered to myself. I walked out again and walked to my chariot not talking to anyone not even the person from my district. I patted the horses watching the shake there manes as if they don't have a care in the world. I use to be like that when I was younger and my mother exactly cared about me and what happened to me but after my older brother died she hasn't been the same. I let out a sigh of sadness but let no tears come in front of everyone. It shows weakness and my dad never like showing weakness in front of anyone. My thought came to an end as everyone started to get in their chariots. I follow suit and stared straight ahead wait for the judgement.