10th Hunger Games

Chapter 1

“Anjella! ANJELLA! Wake Up! WAKE UP!” My twin brothers were shouting and at the same time jumping on my bed, causing an earthquake.

“Alright. Alright! I am awake! Now get out of my bed!” I spoke loudly, while tearing myself from a coat, which was used as a pillow in warm days. Shaking stopped. Mike and Robin were standing right in front of me.

“Guess what day is it!” Mike screamed in happy voice.

“Yeah! Guess!” Robin said having smile on his face.

I thought for a moment. What so important could be today to make my two 6 years old brothers smile and run around house laughing. Mum made us a surprise? No. Dad taking us on the field? Maybe, but still it is not so emotional. Our cow Maria gave a birth? Last thing to happen. And then it got in me. My brothers are getting 7 years old!

“Still cannot remember!?” Mike asked impatiently.

“Mmm… Let me guess… Reaping?”

“Spit that out and touch the wood!” Said Robin in horror.

“Joking! Joking!” But still I did what he asked. “Mmm… Hmm…  IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!” I shouted last words while grabbing Mike and Robin, and giving them big bear hug.

“Hey don’t kill me! I can’t breathe!” Robin screamed while trying to get away from my grip. Mike was more rational and just bit my hand.

“Hey!” I blurted out and gave him light punch on the shoulder. Before we could start our fight, door opened and dad’s head peaked out, smiling.

“It is not how Harbs starting their day.” He said.

“No. Absolutely not!” I smiled back.

“Well than maybe I should invite you “sirs” to the breakfast or you will milk Maria by yourselves.”

“DAD!” Screamed twins.

 I giggled. Our dad likes to call Mike and Robin, “sirs”. It makes me giggle or sometimes even causing me and my mum laugh. They don’t really like been called “sirs” but still it makes them smile. Twins jumped from my bed and ran into the kitchen. My dad gave me “hurry up” look and followed after boys. I yawned and stretched my arms. Ohhhhhh! It is beautiful morning! Sun rays shined from outside leaving golden trace on the floor. Behind my window I could see endless wheat and corn fields, swaying under wind’s blow. Somewhere far away I could hear bird singing… I pulled my favorite emerald-green dress from embers of cloth-chest and put it on. Then I went into the kitchen. Everything was ready, table was served with strawberries, gooseberries, milk, cheese, eggs, bread (of course!), but in the middle of the table was… was… A CAKE!!!

In our house is quite hard to allow ourselves to eat or even cook that dish. I ate cake only 3 times in my entire life: On my mum 35th birthday, Dad 48th birthday and mine 10th birthday. So I cannot describe how happy I am!

“A CAKE! MUM, YOU MADE A CAKE!!! Please tell me I am not dreaming!” I gasped.

“Well if you think that you are dreaming, I can bite your hand.” Mike grinned.

I removed my hand from the table.

“Errrr… Thanks for offer, but I think I better taste it to be sure.” I said and gave him irritated look.

But Mike ignored it and asked dad “Hey, Dad! Can you please cut it in pieces, because I want everyone get equal share.”

“Of course! Why not?” He smiled.