We are standing in the elevator, shoulder to shoulder. "They killed my mother" I say, he looks at me. "I'm not going to act friendly to them. I am different, I want to show them they can't rule a country like this." His eyes shoot into mine. "You can't. They will kill you." He says "I'm going to die anyway!" I shout at him. "And what about your family!" He shouts back. "What about them?" I say
"Everything you do comes back bad to them" he says "you can't make the capitol look like a fool! They will get them if you do!" He adds. I don't know what to say. I stare at my shoes. I know he's right, but I don't say something.
The elevator door flies open. I'm a bit shocked. The tributes are training. The girl from 1 is throwing knifes, the boy from 2 is fighting with a trainer. They call them careers. I don't like them. They train all their lives to kill people, how can they even live with that.. I never thought of killing people. I thought it wasn't necessary, till now..
I walk to the corner and make a fire. Then I throw some knives. ,Just because of the careers, they are looking at me. I am really good in it, though. Two of three knives stuck in the middle of the circle.
After the training I walk to our penthouse. Alone. We have our interviews tonight. And tomorrow morning the personal trainings.. I'm sitting on my bed. Thinking of my family.. he is right, i can't make the capitol look like a fool. But I can't act like I love them neither. Suddenly I start to cry. I guess all those feelings are to much for me. I look op when Bryan comes running in. "Are you alright?" He asks "yes.. I'm sorry" I say "it all was to much, I don't know what to do" I nod. "It's alright, I have the same problems." He replies. I feel a bit better. "What do we need to do?" I ask "be ourselves." He answers. I stare into his eyes "I like you" I say, I don't know why but it just slips out of my mouth. He looks at me, I'm scared I terrified him but then he comes closer and the next moment we are kissing. "We need to go" I say. We eat and then go down for the interviews.
"Rosalyn Johnson, your interview is now." Says a middle-aged man with dark brown hair. I walk with him to the stage. I can hear caesar's voice shaking. "Here is Rosalyn the girl from twelve!" He yells. And I'm pushed on the stage. All those people.. what do I need to say? I walk to the green chair. "How are you doing?" Caesar asks "I'm okay." I answer "well Rosalyn what an enthusiasm!" He laughs and all the sponsors laugh with him. "Funny.. sarcasm.." I mumble not knowing the whole land is hearing me. They all laugh at me because of my reaction. "Well Rosalyn, we haven't seen much about you! Have you got anything to tell us about yourself?" He asks. I roll with my eyes, I really want to tell them what I really think. But I don't do it because of what Bryan said about my family. "Well.. uhh.. My name is Rosalyn," they laugh again. "My mother died a couple of years ago.." now the sponsors fall silent "that's why my father overreacted like that at the reaping . I don't like talking about it. And I never really do.. I used to be a happy, curious and grateful girl, but after my mother's death every thing changed." I say when I whip of a tear. "Well .. that must have been very hard for you.. I hope you win and make your mother proud!" He says. "I won't make her proud by killing people." I say before I can stop myself . Some people look shocked and Caesar can't believes what I just said "Well. That was her opinion." He is trying to make the people forget what I said.
I walk back to the hallway. My mentor is waiting me up at the door. "Why in earth did you said that!" He yells "I'm sorry! I got mad!."
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But then I realize I brought my family in danger.
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FantasyRosalyn Johnson lives in district 12 with her father and brother. her mother died and since that moment everything changed. she is building up her life again till there happens something awfull. she is strong, but is she able to handle this?
