Everything I Need, But Can't Have

Chapter 2

As Coriolanus stormed out of the room, he couldn't stop replaying the song in his head.

Can't take my charm, can't take my humor, can't take my wealth, 'cuz it's just a rumor...

He slammed his fist on the wall. Every bit of fortune he knew was taken away when his name was announced for little Amelia Gray. It was over for him as he knew it.

When I was standing in that crowd and my name was called for the Hunger Games, I knew it was death waiting for me.

"Ame!" I heard the Covey's yell from the bottom of the house. I was about to go out on the hill and play music before the Reaping Ceremony. It's my last year of being in the Reaping. After this, I am free. Free from feeling like one day, when my name is picked from that glass, my life will be over. If I was picked, I'd never make it. I'm little, and I'm not saying that for attention. It is just a plain fact. I was never athletic, those go to the other kids who play all day. Me, I always stayed in my room play guitar, singing my heart out, performing after dark. My boyfriend, Billy, always has supported me. He's the love of my life. Sometimes, I imagine our lives if we lived at the Capitol. All the elegance, all the privilege, but no. That isn't what I want. All I want is to live, freely.

As I'm walking to the Reaping, I walk past the bakery, past all the stores, but when I walk by the alleyway, I hear a noise of struggle. I ran up, and it's two figures. One looks to be struggling, and the other on the struggles figure. I pull them apart, to see Billy, and the Mayor's daughter.

Corliolanus, I knew I'd find you somewhere.

"Hello Coriolanus, I know you aren't happy with you tribute." says Highbottom.

"Well, there's nothing I can do, sir."

"Well, if your tribute is successful, then you will earn the prize. Now, what will you do without it?" asks Highbottom

"Well, my family will pay for University, as any other would do."

"Well, it is no secret that your family doesn't quite... have the estate for it. It is no secret your family isn't of wealth. Your shirt, tacky and rushed."

Coryo shakes, every effort he's tried to hide his identity has failed.

"Well, sir, I will find a way." Coriolanus says.

As he arrives home, he feels relieved after a very long day of worry and anxiety. He greets his Grandma'am, and greets Tigris.

"My tribute, I'm not sure what I'll do, Tigris. She's uncontrollable, I don't know how I'll get the prize." Coryo complains.

"Well, imagine it was you. Being pulled from your home, I'd just want to know someone still cared about me. Show your trust to her, then you'll be set." Tigris explains.

He thinks, and plans out an idea for the next day.

All of us were thrown into the train, like trash. I guess to them, we are.

After I was chosen for the games and after my... charades of events, I was pushed out of my home and into a train. A train to the Capitol.

If you live in the Capitol, you're already privileged. You're wealthy, snobby, and think lower of everyone else. It is the place of the snobs and richies.

They think we District kids need to be punished for something that happened when the oldest of us were eight years old. It's ridiculous.

As I hop out of the train, I'm greeted by a dashing man. He has platinum blond hair, and he sees me and his eyes glow. He pulls out a rose.

"You look like you shouldn't be here." I say.

"I probably shouldn't, but I am. I'm your mentor." He replies

"What does my mentor do other than bring me roses?" I enquire

"I try my best to take care of you." He replies.

I know he isn't, there has to be something in it for him. He's from the Capitol, he doesn't know any better. From the looks of it, he'll only teach me how to die first in that arena.