Spark

Chapter 2

"Will, Will, Willow!" Rye screams. I rub my eyes awake. "Just leave my alone Rye." I utter. "We have to go to the square and have the celebration of the new president. The president gives a sppech." Rye claps his hands togther. "It's stupid! Why do I even have to go?" I utter. "Mom and Dad are giving a speech." "15 minutes guys." Dad yells. I shooh Rye out of my room to get ready.

I slip on a navy blue dress that falls above my knees. I hear a knock on the door. My mom slides in to do my hair. After a couple minutes of silence my mom breaks in. "Willow. I know you don't want to go but, today is very inportant. Every five years we get a new president. When i was your age i wasn't able to do this." "I know mom. I know about Snow." I snap. "I just want you to know that." She speaks softly.

"Sorry mom. I didn't mean to snap."

"It's ok." She tucks my last piece of hair in. I have a braid that wraps around in the back. "We need to go or we will be late." She says. I slip on my shoes and run out the door.

I walk up to the stage with my family. We are all wearing navy with our gold token. My moms mockingjay pin, my dads medallion, Haymitchs bangle, Effie's hair, Rye's watch, and my mockingjay necklace. Effie and Haymitch are pretty much our family. I go see Haymitch everyday. We are really close. I sit down next to Haymitch and my dad on stage. I hate sitting up here with everyone looking at me. Haymitch and my dad must have noticed my looks because they both grab my hands in unison.

Effie walks up flawlessy onto the stage. "Lets welcome the mayor." She claps her hands.

The mayor walks up to the microphone. "Hello Everyone. Let's welcome the peoe who saved our country and who are responsible for this election!"

"Hello," my mom starts, "it is very great to be here today. I remeber the first time I stood on this stage. I was terrifyied. Now over the years passed i am exicted to be on this stage. I am exicted to see who our wonderful president will be for the next 5 years." I see moms face plastered with a fake smile. She has always hated speechs.

My father takes over. "Thank you for being here today. Today is a start of a new part of our life. We get a new president. I would like to welcome our wonderful mayor back up to annouce our new president." Every one screams and cheers. My parents are so well liked. I know my mom hates the attention but my dad doesnt mind. The mayor struts back on to the stage.

I can't tell you how boing this is.

The maor takes out a slip.

"Our new president is......Linus S."

S.... Why not a full last name. I see confusion throughout the crowd.

"Our president will be annoucing his last name during his speech. Oh! i love surprises." Our mayor sqeauls.

"Lets tune in to hear the speech."

Everyone turns to the screen.

"Hello everyone! Wow it is so great to be your new president. I know we will have a marvelous 5 years togther. I would like to make a new law right here right now."

Wow, eager much? My mom leans over towards my dad. I hear her whisper to my dad. ".....has the same look in his eyes...."

"As you all know i was born and raised in the capital. I would like to bring up an old tradiotion. Trust me that was one good thing about the old days."

No, no, no, this can't be what i think.

"Let's get a drum roll....... The Hunger Games! I though it would be a great idea."

Screams come out of the crowd here and there. My mom starts whispering to herself. My dad gets up to throw his chair across the stage.

"The reaping will commend in two weeks. The same rules apply. Happy 1st annual Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in you favor! Oops! I almost forgot my full name is Linus Snow."

I run off the stage to the only place i feel safe. The woods. I could be reaped. I am 16. My brother is 14. We could go in there togther. Clarrie could be reaped. This can't happen. My parents have to mentor. They have to leave me. I might have to leave them. This can't happen. I cry until there are no tears left. I could go to where my parents have nightmares about. I could be in The Hunger Games.