The choosing

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Disclamier i do not own the hunger game I walk back home by myself not really interested with what anyone has to say. I swing open the front door not caring if it falls of it's hinges and slam it behind me. Thank God Cato is gone other wise it could have been awkward telling my sister what happened she just sits there laughing, at first she tries to hold it in but then completely loses it. I start to see that it is kind of funny and join her. After dinner we go watch television, the only thing that is on is interviews of victors. The drunk guy from district twelve is on. I change the station . I don't really see the point in watching it. Recaps of hunger games are on, not wanting to watch that either I turn the tv off. I never want to be in the hunger games , I say to Clove , she nods in my direction. I am going to bed I say, night replies clove. The next morning is chaos as usual. I arrive late as clove left without me. My instructors say to everyone as you know the reaping is in two days, and today we are picking the volunteers for the games. I forgot , that must have been why clove left without me . I have nothing to worry about they only pick 18 years olds . He calls my name how is that possible . Thoughts are racing through my head faster that my body can react . But deep down inside I know that there is nothing I can do. I am going into the hunger games.

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