A pair of Peacekeepers come into the room not long after my family walked away . They guide me out through a side door, and into the bright sunlight. It's stopped raining and it's bright outside, but I don't see any rainbows. It's a shame, I could do with one more rainbow in my life. They're filming this; all I can see is the cameras and flashing lights. I wish I wasn't crying, I think. Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish, there's a lot of things that I wish that won't be coming true now.
Asher Glen is already outside waiting for me, a pair of Peacekeepers too by his side. I wondered what would happen if we tried to run. Probably shoot us on the spot. Asher is a lanky boy with curly cinnamon brown hair. He smiles at me sadly.
"Hey," he says, "You're Blue, right?"
I nod. I really didn't feel like talking at this moment, not when my throat felt like closing up and my stomach felt like emptying its contents out my mouth. Asher was a year or two older than me. He was a grade above me in the district school, so I've never been seen him except in the orchard. An official looking man waved at us to come forward. The Peacekeeper behind me shoves me with the butt of his gun. I fall to the ground, scraping the heels of my hands to keep me from falling flat on my face. My hands are bleeding from the pavement.
"Oh dang," said Asher, "You okay?"
Oh dang? Really? I stand up and say that I'm fine, thank you. We walk up to the loading platform for the train and wait for the doors to open. We're still being televised. Great, I fell on national television. The doors open and let us inside.
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The Blue Games | Hunger Games
FanfictionMy own rendition of the 73d annual Hunger Games. This book might be fully written someday, but enjoy what I've written!
