Aloe Mellark: The Hunger Games Epilogue

Chapter 6:

When I wake the next morning, my clock says it's a little bit past 9. I sit up and remember my dream. A shiver runs up and down my spine as I remember the sound of the blade whistling through the air and the sickening sound of it digging into flesh.
I stand up and go to my closet. I throw on a pair of jeans and a blue V-neck t-shirt. I glance at my reflection, and groan in disgust. I have dark circles under my eyes and my complection is horrid.
I go to the bathroom and try to make my face camera ready. After all, my face is going to be shown in every home in Panem. I might as well look somewhat decent. I put some eye shadow on and eye liner. Both are black, and both represent my mood. I know I should be happy that I'm going to spare my baby brother today, but me being reaped or me volunteering will cause more trouble at home. As I walk downstairs I realize no one is awake yet. I wonder into the living room and sit on the sofa near the window and gaze at the beautiful senery.
I wonder what everyone will do but I think I know: Mom will hardly sleep, dad will bake to ease the pain of loosing one of his kids, and Rye will probably sit and play with his toys. He won't let it bother him if he stays busy. We invented a game about 2 years ago where we would be a different type of action figure and the evil guy was a giant bug, I think it's a beetle and Rye would always wait for me to come home from school so we could defeat him and claim victory. He'll probably play this in hopes I'll return. But the odds are not in my favor.
I try to think about it positively. Mom not sleeping would mean no nightmares. Dad baking to deal with the loss would mean Rye and mom never went hungry. Rye playing with his toys would mean he's hoping I will return to destroy the evil Dr. Bug. 
There is a 1 in 24 chance I will win. There is a 5 in 10 chance a career will kill me, which won't be pretty. Career Tributes train their whole lives to be on the games, but considering how the games were never supposed to continue, maybe all the careers decided training was a waste of time and energy. I hope.
There's a lot to hope for in the arena. Sponsors, food, a shelter, water source, and maybe the hopes of an ally. An alliance would be nice, especially if we come face to face with the career packs. An extra hand is always useful. But it is the hunger games after all.
One can only hope.