Her Diary

Trust

Sams pov.

The trip from district 12 to 13 wasn't to long, I got to know some of the armed  from before, most of them where polite, we made small talk, but I all felt weird. The only time I ever left my district was when I went beyond the fence to hunt, but I was still close to home. I filled my time during the trip by thinking of my family, my mom, her name was Olivia, she had short dark hair and dark skin, my father, who I never really knew, but I'd seen old pictures my mother showed me. He had dirty blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, where I get mine. My mother never told me his name, but she did tell me he had died in the mines when I was 3. I thought of our house, it wasn't glorious, hell, houses in 12 never where, but I loved it. I loved the smell, books and herbs, I loved my old Bed and my old room.

Once we arrived in 13 I was escorted to a secluded room. I waited there until a woman walked in and sat at the table with me. She was older, dark grey hair with a single white streak in the front. She gave a small smile and I returned it "hello Sam, I am president coin of district 13. I was told you where found living in the wreckage of 12. Is this correct?" She looked at me reassuringly "yes" I simply stated. She smiled again "Alright, Sam I need you to state a few things for us. Name, age, district, and parents." I took a deep breath, " my name is Sam Corey, I am 16 years old, I am from district 12, my mother was Olivia Corey, I dot. Know my fathers name." The woman, coin, continued. " you where found in the wreckage of district 12, how did you survive?" I paused, another deep breath, " I was beyond the fences that boarders 12, I was hunting for my mother when the attacks too place. I came back and every thing was destroyed, my mother was gone. I took refuge in a small shack near the old market. I've been living there since." I looked down at my hands as I remembered every thing, I looked up and coin reassured me "it's alright, you've told your story. You can live here now, we have a room ready for you if you so choose to accept." There was a small silence "Thank you, I'll stay here." She smiled and got up from her chair and walked me out of the room. I found my room, it was simple, but better, and cleaner then any room I've ever seen. I say on my bed for a moment, the reached into my bag and grabbed the diary. My fingers traced the pattern of a tree that was stamped on the front. I opened it to where I had left off and thought

Do I trust them?