I play with the little pin on my vest collar. I am T-29. An odd number. I like eight, because that's the number on my jersey. The flames on the Capitol symbol stick out like a real fire. They flicker off of the Eagle's wings, burning them into complete ashes. My history teacher once said that the Eagle, was our ancestors national bird. If Panem were to keep one thing, it would be something "America" (is what we call it) had pride in, their Eagle. All though we don't see anymore Eagles around our country, their has been spotting of the birds soaring around the outer provinces of Panem. But nobody dares to go out that far, I don't blame them. In school we've seen holograms that stimulate whatever lingers outside of the fences into Panem. Eeery woods with uncanny trees, deadly lakes with vicious water creatures, and remains of unheard of places that lay in the ashes of this world. I've always been so curious to what's out there. I keep a journal back home, in my journal there's specific details of my escape from Panem. My father would always talk about the things we learned at school are myths and there outer provinces are perfectly safe. If I ever make it our of the Games, I want to take my family far from behind Panem, somewhere that's free of immoral deaths and wrong beings.
"Dexman Brink!" Divine calls.
Dexman, the boy standing next to me slowly walks to the foot of the stage to accept his pin.
"All for you Selma," he mummbles to himself, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Selma is your sister, correct?" Divine asks.
Dexman nods his head.
"Tell you what, you win this for Selma and I bet you'll be the best big brother in Panem," Divine says in a comforting tone.
"I guess," Dexman says shrugging his shoulders.
"Well why don't we ask dear Selma her self," she peers into the mass audience of Capitol Citizens.
"Selma dear, where are you?"
A little girl around the age of 7 raises her hand. Dexman quickly lifts his head up.
"Oh great, why don't you come up here with your big brother for a second!" Divine says motioning Selma to the stage.
Her mother hesitantly holds her back until Selma whispers something in her ear and the mother lets her go. A Peacekeeper escorts her to the top of the stairs.
"Well, hello Selma!" Divine says stooping down to her short level.
She shyly sucked on her thumb and held a teddy bear in her other hand. "Hi," she said still sucking onto her thumb. Selma has long brown pigtails that are messily braided and tied with yellow bows to match her yellow dress.
"Do you like The Hunger Games, Selma?" Divine asks.
Selma shakes her head no twice.
Divine gave her an exaggerated upset face. "Why not?"
Selma shrugs her shoulder and takes her thumb out of her mouth. She has a little smudge of spit on her lip and Dexman wipes it off for her with his hanky.
"Mommy says it is bad," she pouts.
"It's not that bad, mommies sometimes don't always know what they're talking about,"
Selma doesn't respond.
"Your big brother, Dexman, will be in The Hunger Games this year," Divine hopefully says.
"I know, mommy was crying so I cried too," she says sticking her thumb back into her mouth.
"But it won't be that sad if Dexman wins," Divine smiles into Selma's eyes. "Do you want Dexman to win?" She asks.
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The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge
FanfictionFive friends. One game. The rebellion has reached it's peak, the Districts aren't taking no for an answer, the Capitol is defenseless and the games are still on. It's been settled, The Hunger Games will continue but the children of the Capitol will...
