The Beginning of a New Story

Who is Amy?

Amy.

That's the name of the girl that got reaped.

Fate can be cruel sometimes, right? She is only 12, this was her first reaping. How is it that out of more than 1000+ children, she gets picked?

The situation couldn't end up sadder than this. Someone has to volunteer!

I look around in the crowd to see if anyone is moving, to see if anyone will volunteer for this poor child. But there is no sign of that happening.

The only movement detected was Amy that is making her way to the stage. I could see how much she is shaking, her beautiful pink dress started to look duller and duller by the second.

Amy doesn't deserve this, no one does.

As I look to where my mother is standing, I see her already trying to get my attention, as I look into those pleading sad eyes of a mother, my mother. She knows, and I know that she knows, she shakes her head as if that was going to change my choice.

As I slowly raise up my arm, I quietly mouth to her 'I'm sorry'. I notice how the mother that was standing beside her started to console my mother, she didn't even know why she was on the verge of a breakdown.

I smirk, but quickly hide it hoping nobody noticed, which luckily they haven't.

"I volunteer as tribute" I spoke out, in a rather calm voice.

I'm already starting my way to the front as I hear the annoying voice of Ms.Toiletpaperrole. (I'll name her Ashlyx, she's the advisor)

"And it looks like we have our first volunteer from district 4 after 3 whole years!!"

I want to cringe at the sound of her voice but remember that I have to keep on an appearance. There were many cameras that were pointed at me, safe to say that other tributes from districts 1,2, and 3 were going to see this.

I wouldn't want to seem weak, although we all have our own weaknesses.

I breathe in the air of district 4, it calms me, the fresh calming air that smells sort of briny.

The wind flows through my hair as I make my way up the uneven stairs.

I silently walk up to Ashlyx (advisor of district 4) and stand a few centimeters away from her, so I don't get hit by any of her clothes or accessories because that would've been embarrassing.

¨What's your name, sweetie?¨ Ashlyx asks in her screechy voice.

¨Y/n L/n¨ I calmly answer in a quiet voice.

When I was little, I always found it somehow funny to see the people that got chosen to cry while standing on stage, but in my honest opinion, when standing in front of more than 1000+ kids AND adults, I kind of relate to wanting to cry.

As I look into the camera that is in front of me, I feel kind of weird, like I always belonged here.

I get pulled out of my thoughts once more when Ashlyx talks again.

¨And Y/n, why did you volunteer for that little girl? I think it's not just me that is curious but the people of Panem as well.¨

The quiet that comes after that question feels loud and long.

I honestly don't know why I volunteered, but of course, that's not the answer people want to the question.

I cough quickly and quietly so I can get my voice to not sound so vulnerable.

¨I knew her from school, I usually saw her playing with her friends when class ended, and the only thing I thought about as you called her name was that she is too gentle and too kind to go into the arena, Amy would never hurt a fly, for all I know¨ As I answer the question, I make eye contact with Amy, she looks at me with a confused look but I just wave it off.

The answer was of course a lie, I don't know anything about Amy, I've never even seen her in school. But you got to do what you got to do to make the people of Panem happy.