Cloves Sister

The reaping

The cold harsh air blows on me. I see all the little things I have never seen before . How pretty does the frost look on the grass , free to do as it pleases . I count the minutes till the reaping drumming in my head like a never ending song. 50....49, I don't dare think what would happen if I did not come back everything that will never be. I try to block these thoughts, of course I am coming back I repeat. I have to.

Standing in my age group everyone stiff, everyone knowing it was me I seance looks coming from every direction. Happy hunger games and may the odds be ever in you favour, the sound of the voice is almost to harsh , to unclear to understand. The capital seal appears the history lesson that is always the same continuous , never ending. Ladies first, the horrid looking lady walk over to the glass bowl. Reptilllia Japose she states almost to happily. Desperately wanted someone to volunteer before me, but no ones does. I volunteer and without taking a second look I am up on stage , holding in my emotions as sponsors will notice anything, I am already on display.

Ralis Larkin at first I think nothin of this and them I realise who it is. Someone is going to volunteer at first I am not worried , but as seconds pass I realise that know one is going to volunteer. He walks up on to the stage confidently trying to make an image for himself. Before I know it we are in e justice building waiting for people to say good bye. Clove runs in, you can do it she says. Your great I am not even worried. The peacekeeper comes n . Times up. See you in a couple of weeks she says. No one else comes in. I was half expecting Cato to see me but I guess not.

Cameras are everywhere trying to find a fault in our disguise . I step in to the train everything is perfection it almost seems unreal. The silver, food and the lights . It feels like a dream. A dream gone wrong.