Broken But Free

Chapter 1

If you ever met me, you would know why I'm saying this. Life isn't a piece of pie. It's all the ingredients needed to make a pie. Sometimes it turns out to be awful but sometimes great. You never know. But I did know, and I didn't grab the opportunity to be free. It was sitting right there but I choose the difficult road. I tried to get the best grades. I tried to be the fastest, the bravest, the cleverest. And I did but I still didn't take the opportunity when it was handed to me. I shoved it away and refused, over and over again.

Now this is the reason why I am in this mess. That is the reason-

"Get up!" screamed Saphire right in my ear. I threw my pillow at her and groaned. The reaping day. Yay!

"Come on, Mom has breakfast ready," and with that, she walked out. Reaping day. Another day to show the Capital how stupid their games are. Since I'm 17, this will be my second to last year of torture. Every year, the Capital picks two kids from each of the 12 districts, one boy and one girl. They all fight to the death and the lone victor is bathed in riches and blah blah blah. I honestly didn't care about the stupid games. My district, distinct 1, always wins.

"Emerald!" Mom screamed up the stairs.

"Coming!" I screeched back and ran out of bed. I ran out of my room and down the glass hallway. I took a breath and looked out, my family's estate was gorgeous. You see, my parents both won the Hunger Games years ago. I tried to be like them. But it was so hard, they were Mr. And Mrs. Perfect. If I get reaped they would be proud and I would be slowly dying inside. I walked down the cold stairs and into our modern kitchen where the eggs and bacon was cooking.

"Good mornin' everyone" I said and yawned, stretching my arms.

"Young missy, we're going to be late and you know we are not mentoring this year so we have to be earlier!" My mom said while giving me a piece of toast.

"Ugh" I said, grabbing the toast and stomped away upstairs.

I ran into my room and slammed the door. I quickly ate the piece of toast and went over to the closet. Looking around, I grabbed a turquoise dress with floral print and some black high heels. I quickly threw them on. I went over to the mirror and took a breathe. I combed my curly golden hair and braided two little braids in the front and pinned them back. I put on some makeup on and looked at myself. This doesn't make me different I thought. It makes me thesame as everyone else. Golden hair, emerald eyes (hence my name), tan skin, and tall athletic frame. Nothing different, I thought. Nothing different. All I had to do was makemake sure my sister wasn't reaped. It was her first year and I couldn't let her. I promised myself that if she was reaped, I would volunteer, no matter the consequences.