Someone from above really hates me. First, I didn’t ask to be born broke and live in District 12. Not that I loathe life here it’s just being destitute can’t fulfill my life. There’ll always be something missing. Secondly, I didn’t wish to be left by my parents and grow up in an orphanage. I need a sign, symbol or anything that would tell me this would change my life and what did I get? I got chosen as one of the tributes to the 74th Hunger Games.
I mean here I am praying, asking, begging, for something or someone to change the course of my life but only end up being dead by that call. Ugh.
Never in my whole existence did I want to be a part of this pathetic excuse of a game. But then what power do I have to say no. They never listen to our opinions they just let that glass bowl decide our fate. What does a static glass bowl know?!
Every year they choose two participants or mostly known as tributes each from the twelve districts and mostly they fight or compete when they reach the arena. The game is controlled by the Gamemaker.
Though let’s not dwell on that.
You’re wondering who’s the other tribute chosen. It’s my friend Peeta Mellark. Right now the both of us are only waiting for our death sentence to be through. And this pink lady beside me’s too eager to return to hell.
“Hiya, sweeties. You’ll love The Capitol! The food is delicious and the clothes are charming. Style and fashion are very important to us. When we get there all your worries about the game will pass. Oh! I’m so excited for the game.. you two will do your best, wouldn’t you? Your district would be proud if you win. Why are you not eating? Try and taste the lamb stew with dried plums they’re my favorite! I think it’s time I call Haymitch, hmm? You’ll like him.. he’ll be like your father during the games.” She headed through an automatic glass door and out of sight.
“Yeah, right. A father, before you could even say the word you’re dead.” I said with much bitterness.
“Why don’t we focus on living instead of dying Katniss. C’mon let’s try that stew.”
“Careful. You might get poisoned and not even see The Capitol.” I told Peeta and winked at him.
“Think happy and positive thoughts. No place for negative ones in such a short time.”
“If I were you I’d listen to the boy. There’s no use bickering because you can’t do anything. You’re here now and there’s no turning back.”
Just then a paunchy and middle-aged man came from the glass door. He had curly dark hair and gray eyes.
“You must be Haymich Abernathy. The only living tribute from our district.” Said Peeta who looked unimpressed through his words.
“That I am. You’re going to get lots of sponsors with that attitude, boy.” Haymich replied having noticed Peeta’s strong character.
“Tell us how to survive the game.” I interrupted.
“There’s no tip or how to’s. There’s only the game and you.”
By now, Peeta and Haymich were both contenting themselves with the food and beverages on the table which I had to admit looked so good. But I must not acquaint myself with it they’re too much of a temptation and a symbol of pity.
“Then how did you remain alive throughout the game. Tell us so we can also be a pride to our district.”
“I can sense that you don’t really want to be a pride of District 12.”
“And I can you the same. Why? Too much of a poverty-stricken place for you. Already accustomed yourself with the high life huh?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth, lady. You don’t know me.”
“And you don’t know me.”
“Okaaay. Asking how to live through the game is deceiving people Kat and a large step to dying before you even reached the arena. Baby steps, hmm? How do we find shelter?” Peeta lectured.
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I'm having a hard time making Chapter 2 because I can't remember what Haymich said in reply to Katniss in regards to the question of finding shelter. Tell me if you know! I'm planning to buy the book so I'll have a guide. Any ideas?
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