150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Matilda Dunham ~ District 5

"That's my dress" I yell at the top of my lungs at my sister Jorgia. 

"I NEVER SAID YOU COULD WEAR IT!" I pull my fair coloured hair behind my ears. I make my way towards her pulling the dress from her hands.

"Your not wearing it. Suck it up. It's mine anyway, just because you have nothing pretty!" I cry in her direction.

"It's my last year I deserve to wear the prettiest dress" she mutters

"Ha. You admitted that I own the prettiest dress" I snap back

"Yes. You have the prettiest dress, in fact, all your dresses and outfits are my favourite" she says sympathetically. I won't fall for it. It's just her way of getting what she wants

"How about... NO!" I shove past her and into my bedroom and put the dress on. I pass my two little sisters, Mabel and Elsie, who have there hands over the ears just in case I shout again. 

"Morning Girls!" I say giving them each a kiss on the tops of there heads. There too young to go into Reaping yet, but they get nervous for Jorgia and I.

I zip the sleeveless dress up at the back, so that it stays on my tanned body. I look in the mirror at myself. I must admit this is the best I've looked in ages. The turquoise coloured dress brings out my shinning blue eyes. I put some charcoal around them so they are brought out even more to the fact that they are nicer looking then my dress. I place some foundation on parts of my leg where they had bruised. I get random bruises on my legs and I have no idea why. They just, appear.

I lock the door behind me as my sisters, mother, father I make our ways down to Reaping. The streets are busy so we must be just on time. I get my index finger pricked to sign in which I always laugh at because it tickles, then after make my way to stand with the other 15 years olds.

"Hey Nicky, Hey Cay!" I say as I greet my to friends with a hug. They look ravishing as well. Nicky in a beautiful summery dress cover in a floral pattern and I short cardigan to keep her arms warm. Cay is dress in a lovely yellow dress that really brings out her golden hair and eyes. All three of us stand anxiously while the escort, Fiona Fitzgerald makes her speech on the Treaty of Treasons. The escort is dress in very florescent colours. Ranging from her bright pink dress to her bold green bob wig that sits on her shoulders.

"Now it is time to choose 2 very lucky children. With the honour of representing District Five at this years, fabulous Quarter Quell. Hidden the Cornucopia isn't it just perfect. Lets begin, with the Girls like usual." She struts up the glass bowl on her left and dives her hand into it. She takes a while searching around the bowl for the perfect name. Nicky, Cay and I all look at each other and mime good luck to each other.

"Matilda Dunham. Oh! Well Done, Well Done." Cheers Fiona. I am in complete shock. How can this happen to me. What have I done to deserve this. I look around to make sure there isn't another Matilda Dunham in the audience. My friends break into tears.

"NO! NO!" Shouts Nicki. I run to her and embrace them both.

'SOMEONE VOLUNTEER!" Cay Shouts. We all bawl together, when a peacekeeper comes and grabs me.

"HELP!" I scream. Everyone just stares and turns to each other frantically. I release myself from the Peacekeepers grip and jump on there feet. I run the opposite direction. It is a short journey when four more Peacekeepers come and take me way. They push me onto my back and they each grab a limb of mine each. I scream and shout. When I find myself beside the escort she smiles at me

"Well, there is some morning entertainment for us all, to get even more excited for the next tribute!" Fiona cries

"YOU DISGUST ME!" I shout at Fiona attempting to spit on her, but my saliva has dried in my mouth from all the shouting and wailing.

"Robert Seryl!" Calls the escort, helping a Twelve year old boy onto the stage. I show my emotions by bawling my eyes out. The poor kid, I have never felt so much sorrow for one person until now. Poor little Robert will not make it very far.

In the Justice Building I have not calmed. I feel the need to through something. But I realise this is all going to be aired on television. This is one thing sponsors will be looking at, I need to control myself else I will get no where. It's from here I become aggressive. There is only one way to win these games, and that is to kill.