Taking Chances ( a hunger games fan fiction)

The Beginning

Sailing Area 11

10-24-42

Dear Diary,

The year is now 2042. It has been ten years since my mother was taken. Ten years since my brother went to war, ten years since everything good in my life disappeared, ten years since the first drawing. Today is the tenth drawing.
Diary,I'm scared not only for myself but for my family. There's a possibility that I could be drawn.  If I am not around then who can care for my two younger siblings? Who can make sure that my father doesn't end up drunk in the middle of the street? Who can protect my family? Who can make sure. that they have food on the table? Shelter? Heat? Who will Mason my best friend go to when he needs someone to talk to? I feel like this us just a waiting game. I feel like no one understands the fear that's corsing through my mind as I write this. Every year that goes by I'm another year closer to death. In another year closer to losing my family. Each year the drawing gets bigger and more of a crowd forms. What if..? I can't think like that. Not now anyway. Not ever.  I will survive, I know I will.

Abbygail

I stop writing in my diary and hear my little sister, Ann Marie crying. "Annie," I sigh, "What's wrong baby girl?"

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. " I'm scared I'll lose you. " she pouts. It was a constant fear. They knew the stories of how we lost our mother  and now every year they'd ask the same way. I pick her up and hold her in my arms for a minute or two. When I put her down I whisper, "Nothing will happen to me,I assure you." That was the only words I could say. Those were the only things that made sense to say. I grew up the moment my mom died. I became the woman of the house. No one else, just me. 
My father comes in the door with a beer bottle in his hand. He looks up at me and cries out, "Rosanna please come back. Please don't leave me."

Roseanna was my mother's name. My father wasn't always like this there was a time in his life where he was happy. We had our whole family, before my mother was killed and before my brother went to war.  Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if things didn't go the way they did all those years ago. Would my whole family be here? They probably would have been. I move forward looking at my sad. "Hey, daddy. Calm down. Its okay..." I say before looking at the clock, "Just a few more hours before the drawing." I say.

||Guess whatttt I'm back and more of a writer now.