Hunger Games-My Story

Chapter 1: Me

I opened my eyes, covered in sweat. I never wake up screaming or sit straight up. But I always calmly wake up in deep thought about my recent nightmare. I pulled the covers off me and changed into shorts because I was so hot. When I reached the door, I realized today was the reaping. I knew I would have to wear a dress. I always hated wearing dresses. I don't look good in them and they certainly don't look good on me! I opened the door and walked down the stairs.

The cold wooden floor felt cold on my bare feet. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the air. I found my mom cooking breakfast in the kitchen. My brother followed not too far behind me.

"You do know today is reaping day, right?" My mom asks in a sad voice.

"Yeah yeah," I blurt out as I grab a plate, scoop eggs and bacon on to it and sit down. My brother does the same without saying a word.

My mom turns her attention to us,"You two will be okay. There's over one hundred other names in there. They won't choose you two."

My brother, Sam, is 15 years old. He's tall, looks tough to me (but I'm of course really short and I have no muscles), he has dropout of school, but the Capitol doesn't care for some kid from District 12. My brother and I are both tan (like Mexican skin). Me and my brother don't talk to each other a lot. Last year, for my first reaping, he just said, "Good luck..." And it did seem like it was luck, for I wasn't chosen.

My parents, who are both alive, are both supportive for me and my brother. Besides being supportive and loving, my dad is Hawaiian, which makes him a darker skin color while my mom is white. That's why me and my brother have tan skin. My mom works at the local bakery and my dad works in the mine at night. I only get to see my dad when I don't have school or when they cancel the trip to the mine(which doesn't happen a lot).

As for me, my name is Anna and I'm 13 years old. I'm shorter than 5 1/2 feet, so I don't look as tough as anyone else. I'm not like any other girl. I like boy stuff; mining, mud...killing. So go ahead and put a label on me right now and call me a tomboy or a killer or whatever, I don't care. Speaking of killing, I have anger issues and could take a knife and stab anyone or anything around me. The only thing or person I couldn't kill is harmless, innocent, defenseless people or animals. I just can't stand to think about how they can't fight back. Just can't...

After breakfast I run upstairs to put on my reaping dress really fast so I have enough time to visit my best friend, Andrew.

My mom yells to me as I run out the door, "I'll be waiting for you at the reaping!"

"Alright! I love you mom!" I yell back.

As I run past the bakery, I notice Peeta, the bakery owner, staring out his window, watching me run by. I take a shortcut through an alley and cut my distance by almost a 1/4 of a mile. I run up Andrew's porch steps and calm my self and get ready to knock. But as soon as I lift my hand up, the door opens. Andrew looks up into my eyes and smiles.

"You got here fast," he says in a cheerful voice, "you look nice," that famous half smile forms on his face and makes me giggle.

"You too," I say poking him in the shoulder as if I was pointing at his clothes.

Andrew looked at the ground and said under his breath, "too bad this might be the last day."

"Yeah..." I said putting my head down as well.

"Let's get this horrible day over with. C'mon." Andrew said in a cheerful voice.

I smiled and stepped off the porch with him. We walked in silence until we reached the alley I sneaked into and blurted out, "Hey! This is how I got to your house so fast!" then I covered my mouth because I said it so loud.

We both laughed and he asked me, "Sooo....Do you like anyone?"

"What do you mean?" I asked questionably, but knew exactly what he was asking.

"You know, like...like."

I felt my heart beat faster, but I didn't say anything. After a couple of minutes of walking in silence, he stopped me and looked into my eyes and took my hand in his.

"I'm dying to know. Literally. I'm dying." he said taking my hand closer to his heart to indicate his heart is mentally dying.

"I'm scared to say. I'm scared he won't like me back." I say looking at the ground.

"Well just so you know, he does," and he leaned in to kiss me, but before he did, a Capitol car drove by and made us both jump. We laughed and walked hand-in-hand until we were five blocks away from the reaping. I stopped him two blocks away and wished him good luck, said goodbye, and we parted ways to our sections.

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