The Hunger Games: A new point of view

chapter 2

Mother and I wait in the building with the teleporting device. I take deep breaths in attempt to calm my nerves, but nothing I do seems to help. While waiting in this dark, filthy room, My mind drifts to my grandmother, who died last year. She used to tell me stories of the first revolution in her one-room shack when I was little. How she had visited district 13 and helped the rebels defy the capitol. But when I think of theses memories, all I see is my grandmother's lifeless body in a wooden box. I hope that is not Arrow's fate, too.

Arrow's best friend, Toby, is here too. He looks composed, but his eyes rage with anger, a quizzical emotion at this time. He knows Arrow had a high chance of being reaped-- why would he be angry? What's the point of being angry at something that you can't control? His anger seems pointless to me, but then again, everyone has their ways of grieving. I give him a sympathetic smile, he smiles back, but his rage continues to burn in his eyes.

A tall, middle-aged man with dark brown skin and graying hair walks into the room. The mayor. He must have teleported Arrow back here to say good bye. Mother, Toby and I rise when he comes into the room. He greets us with a gentle smile. “Arrow is upstairs,” he says softly. I look to mother, who gives a weak smile to the mayor and grabs my hand. “Thank you, sir,” she says, bowing her head respectfully. I do the same. He nods and we walk down a long corridor to a grand, dusty stairway. This building is only used once a year, if anyone in our part of 11 is reaped, but you would think that they would at least try to maintain this building. I see a roach crawling in the corner and smell mold.

We climb the stairs and walk down a narrow hallway. At the end, there are double doors surrounded by peacekeepers. To the left of the doors is a wooden plaque that says “Female Tribute” engraved on its wood in fancy handwriting. We approach the doors. “Immediate family first,” a woman with a stern face says. Mother and I step forward and are pushed into the room. “You have 3 minutes,” she says with a cold voice before slamming the door behind us.

Sitting in a plush, over stuffed chair, is Arrow, with her shoulders hunched and her face in her hands. Now, I see her weakness, how little chance she has of coming back home. The thought makes me breakdown. I sink to my knees and bury my face in my hands, overwhelmed with the thought of never seeing my sister again.

Suddenly, warm arms surround me with warmth. Arrow. Arrow is the only person that can make me feel completely safe. Now, her arms provide the same safety they do when a thunderstorm rages outside and sacred me or when peacekeepers punish me with a lash from a whip if they catch me not working. “Listen,” she whispers in a calm, soothing voice. “I may not see you again. But you always have me in your heart. Never forget that. I love you, Nia. I love you with all my heart,” I nod. “I love you, too.” I whisper. Mother joins our hug, we sit there for a little bit. when I pull away just enough so that I can look Arrow in the eyes. “You can win, right Arrow?” i see doubt in her eyes, but she nods. “I'll try, Nia.”

Suddenly the peace keepers barge in and pull me off of Arrow. I spit out a curse and fight back. Before they can close the doors, I yell “you can win, Arrow. I believe in you.” she opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, the heavy double doors close and I feels like Arrow is a thousand miles away.

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Hope you liked this chapter. It may seem sad, but I'm going to lighten up the mood in the following chapters.

Let me know if I should make a chapter in Nadia's Mothers POV. I've been debating if I should.

Thanks for reading <3