Five's Before Finch

Chapter 3: The Beginning

The following weeks for them was awkward, sad, anxious and unstill.

None if them knew what would happen. And none of them wanted to know.

On charriot day Fraeah stood next to Samuel, both dressed as vivid yellow power-plant workers with gas masks, which in Finch's opinion was the stupidest think the capitol designers could think of

On the final private training day Fraeah scored a 6, Finch was proud of her sister.

On interview day Fraeah wore a slightly puffy, long sleeve, forest green dress decked with golden leaves around the waist, wrists, neck and bottom going down about three inches and gold sparkles all over. Her dark red hair ttied up in a bun up top of her head, with a braid around the base. Two locks were left on the sides and curled.

Finch was atounded by her sister's beauty throughout the week.

In District 5 they just wrapped their hair up in a bun or ponytail or simply left it down, never anything too fancy. Their dresses plain and never fancily coloured, except green, and red, but traditionally brown and black.

Then came the final day. A week has past since the four had last seen their sister and now, today, she'd be placed into the arena where she would have to fight with twenty three other tributes, most her age.

The four sibling stopped calling her by her name, their already lost sister and "it" was the new version of the death call.

Finch had hope that Fraeah could make it and become victor. But Firen had many doubts. He thought she'd be able to last a week. Feebie and Ferris agreed not to talk about it, Fintch thought it was odd yet neat how those two got along very maturely.

The day, the beginning of the Games, a neighbor came to tell them how she sorry she was for them.

"You have a great family and she never deserved anything like that, no one really."

Finch was hiding behind a table listening to the conversation between her older brother and a neighbor.

"Thanks, Mrs. Sheldran. You're really kind." Firen was at the door talking to Juliani Sheldran. She'd lost her only son to the Games a few years back, he was only 13.

"No problem, sweetie, not a problem at all." She put a small platter of eight or nine white frosted raspberry cookies into Firen's arms, her face turned sad and pink and she walked back to her own house.

Firen walked back in set the cookies on the dining table and turned on the television, the introduction of the Games was happening and Fintch knew the fighting would start any minuet, once the gong sounded.

"Firen, why's this got to happen?"

"You know, Finch" his tone sounded annoyed and rude. "So called 'Treaty of Treason'. It's not really a treaty if you ask me."

"What'd we do, though?"

"Finch, just stop okay!"

She walked away and heard the television.

"Let the Hunger Games begin!"