The Hunger Games: My Story

Chapter Three

"Your father loved you so much," my mom says. "I know," I reply. She stands up, swallows her oatmeal, and looks at me dead in the eye. "Follow me," she says. "Alright," I reply. She brings me to her closet and I see a pretty light blue dress. I tell her that I don't have to wear it because I know her clothes are very precious to her.
But she tells me to put it on, so I do.
We soon get to the reaping, and Emily's auburn hair glints in the sun. Blood is draining from her face as the woman pricks her finger. "Next."I give her my thumb, and she pricks it. I feel a small surge of pain for a second, and I see a small dot of blood appear. I stare at it for a moment. "Go along, dear," the woman says, annoyed. I move past and I stand with all of the 16 year olds. Leia
Carter stands, with her purple wig and pink ruffled dress, and says, "Hello District 5! Today we will be picking out tributes! Ladies first!" My heart stops when I hear a shriek from the 12 year old section. What scares me the most is that I know that shriek.
But I have to focus. I have to listen. If Emily gets picked, no, she won't. If she does, there's only a few slips that have her name on it. She won't be picked. She won't.
As everyone hears the shriek, the gasp in horror. Some in awe. Leia is speechless, and I can see tears brimming in her eyes from a mile away.
A boy taps me on the shoulder. "I....I think that...could be your sister.." he says. "But I could be wrong." I nod. It had to be Emily. That shriek is so familiar it's not even funny.
But we have to get back on track.