The Hunger Games: My Story

Chapter Six

My first instinct is to run. Run as fast as I can to this horrible person that did this to my friend. She had something taken away from her. No, several things. Her voice, and her freedom.

But, I don't run. I stare into those solemn brown eyes. She turns away and sniffs. I gently grab her hand, and see a tear run down her face, past freckles, and to her chin. It falls to the ground, and disappears into the carpet in a second.  "Who did this to you?" I demand. She takes a slip of paper and pen that has pink fluff and sparkles at the end, and writes,"President Snow. I tried to leave to go to live in District 8 before you left. I was caught. I was going to be executed, but instead they made me an Avox." I have a lump in my throat.  I look at Carla, squeeze her hand, and say," You are an amazing person Carla. You are my good friend." She smiles and she walks out of the room. I sit on my bed, which has these wonderfully soft sheets, and think. I want to cry, but I can't. Instead I sleep.

I wake up to see raindrops outside my window, and I watch them drip down the window. I sigh. I miss my home  terribly. I open the window, and rain drops are sprinkled on my arm. The sky is a fluorescent pink, and I can see drops of dew on the shimmering grass, which is a fair distance away from me. I pause and watch someone come into my room. Leia Carter. She has an unnatural hair color; it's bleached. You can tell she was desperately trying to fix it because in some parts of her hair it's strawberry blonde, and it goes to her shoulders. "Wake up Cass- Oh! Oh you are already awake, my apologies. But you need to get up." I obey and she watches me for a moment and then leaves. She stops and turns. "Oh I forgot to give you this." She hands me a shirt, pants, and boots. The shirt is black except for the short sleeves, and in the middle there are red and grey stripes and it has the number 5 on it. My district, obviously. The pants however, are completely black. The shoes, are some boots that are military style. "Wear this. You are going to train today and a week from now you'll get your training score." She smiles and then walks away for sure.
I go to the bathroom, and explore the shower. This may sound fairly strange, but I have never seen such beautiful works in the shower. Several buttons. Your choice to press which. There is one especially designed for the female tributes with curly hair, which has a special comb and conditioner. I use it. When I step out of the shower, my hair is practically glowing. It's radiantly glowing. I take my curls and I am about to fishtail braid them, and I realize that my hair is completely dry. Huh. I must've accidentally pressed a button that drys my hair. Oh well. It's a good thing though. It's much easier to braid dry hair, especially for fishtail braids.

Once my hairs done, I put on my outfit that was given to me. I head down to breakfast, eat, and go to the elevator. I see Ian there, looking nervously around. I try to talk to him. But it's clear he doesn't want to talk. I can't think of anything to say myself, so all I say to him is,"Good luck Ian. May the odds be ever in your favor."