10th Hunger Games

Beggining

When you think that your life is bad, the trouble usually comes and show that it could be much worst.

My life was same and unchangeable. And I was happy! We thought ourselves lucky if we had proper lunch or working on the fields without getting punched and beaten. Or getting our name called at reaping…

Ok, let me tell little about myself. My name is Anjella Harbs. I am 15 years old. I am from district 9(Grain) My family contains from Dad, Mum and twins brothers, Mike and Robin. We work in fields for which getting paid: a loaf of bread, 3 kg of grains and pack of tea. It quite a little but enough to live for a week, but my dad still works double hours and so giving us a chance to eat better. My mother works in bakery where she spend her time cooking bread for Capitol, only in rare occasion she brings fresh bread from there. This bread is warm, crunchy and covered with honey flakes. When it happens, we make like a little party in our house. In those days we forget about hunger and sleep with our stomach full. Also I have a cow, Maria, which gives milk, cheese and wool. Many times robbers attacked our house to steal our cow, but they either were kicked by Maria or ran away from my angry dad. As sometimes there were hungry days. Our Dad bought me, Mike and Robin to the fields to hunt crows and rabbits which were spoiling our crops. And we weren’t the only children on the field. Many other hungry families brought their children counting for luck to have some meat for dinner. It was good and stable life, until one moment…