Reap Just What You Sow (70th Hunger Games)

Facing the Truth

Perched on my bedroom windowsill, I looked out upon the green fields which looked almost untouched for an age. The long strands of green, yellow and orange would have needed to have been harvested a long time ago, but someone must have neglected their job momentarily. Perhaps they could have fallen ill and died, leaving their job yet to be undertaken. Someone must have made my father aware if that was the case. The thought of death suddenly sent a shiver through my spine; I closed my eyes and breathe. People would say that I am mentally weak - their reasoning behind that would be that I have never been forced to go through what over three quarters of this district goes through regularly, but I however goes through different emotions.

Just as my relaxation started to finally kick in, my father burst into my room, looking rather flustered.
"The peacekeepers have just informed me that President Snow has a message of a high importance, he has requested that everyone has to be watch. If I were you, sweetheart, I'd go down to my study and watch it." I nodded gently with a small smile at the word 'sweetheart'. His words could calm a storm, he made the best out of everything and that's why people like him as a mayor. Even through times of trouble, he made everyone feel better about their situation.

I did exactly what he said; I jumped up out of my seat and headed quickly down the stairs before heading into his study. It appeared like the message had already started as he was mid-sentence. I sat down in my father's seat that made me appear tiny. I decided to switch into the message; it must be very high importance if it was customary viewing by all.
"...because of this highly requested change within many of the districts, and I am trying my hardest to keep peace within us all," I scoffed at this comment - everyone knew that clearly wasn't the truth, "that anyone within any District can be reaped and their lifestyle cannot pardon them from the Games." I was confused at first about what his message was trying to say until it hit me. My security had been taken away from me; I could now be reaped for the Games I had managed to be saved from so far. I covered my mouth to stop any weird noises from escaping as I lept out my chair and ran as far as way as I could.

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I was sat with my head in my hands right on the edge of the Seam. I didn't belong in this part of town with my well made clothing and my well fed stomach. People looked at me weirdly as they walked past, wondering why I was here. That was when I realised I was only on the same level for everyone else, and I hadn't even been picked yet. I shouldn't be upset many people wanted this to happen, just for a bit more equality. I raised my head and wiped my tears that had slipped down my face. I rubbed my eyes before standing up again before heading back home.

As I reached the door, I signed lightly before putting on a small smile. It would be obvious that I will have cried but that would be understandable. I hate crying, it makes me look weaker than people already think I am. I pushed open the door and saw my parents talking in the kitchen. My mother looked distraught, as if she had lost me already, and my father looked like he saw this whole thing coming. To be fair, he probably knew the whole time that people in our District wanted this, so a lot of others will have wanted that too. I cleared my throat, trying to alert their attention. My mother's reaction was to cradle me in her arms as if she let go, I would be going to my death sentence. No one had said anything yet so I decided to clear the air.
"People wanted this, so it was more fair. There is nothing to worry about yet - I've not gone anywhere yet." I let out a smile as my parents nodded, still not letting out any words. I decided to go back to my room and sit back on my windowsill, where I could daydream in the hope of not being caught out by the system.