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Eye See You Entries: Females

District One: Alessandra Armando

"Guys we're safe!" I  call back to Greyson and Samuel. No one answers. The caves all look the  same to me, so I keep walking forward. I wander aimlessly into a cave  filled with the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. Some are a deep  chocolate brown; others are a brilliant electric blue. I walk up to a  bunch of flowers. Two of them are a sky blue, one of them is a deep bark  colored brown, and the last one is a creamy sea green. I am just about  to observe the tops of the flowers when all four of them open, revealing  four eyeballs glaring at me. No! They couldn't have! Ithink to my self.  They eyes are the exact same color as the eyes of my real family. You  see I was adopted because I was one of the last people to survive that  dreaded camp. One of eyes beams a bright light into my eye. I am taken  back to the time I lost everything. My real family and I weren't really  accepted in the society in district 1. I look around at my new  surroundings. I am in a shack at the camp. The memories flood back into  my mind. Even though I was only ten, I remember that time like it was  yesterday.They're gone. The people I truly loved, gone. I sit on the  cold hard ground of the storage shack. My real family, my home, gone in  less than an hour. And we were so close, so close from getting out of  our nightmare. Our train was just two hours away. If only they didn't  find us; we would've been on a train to district 5. I grimace as the  memories of the nigh flood my mind. That horrid night, the night I  losteverything that mattered to me. No matter how hard I try everything  makes those awful memories rush back. I remember the peacekeepers  bursting into our hiding place just as we were about to flee to the  tracks; were we would've caught a train and finally get out of our  horrid state of being. The biggest guard said something to the other  four and they came charging at us, guns at their sides, pistols pointed  at our heads. Poppa tried to fight them they didn't care. They just shot  him and went on with their duty. Not one expression of guilt or  sympathy crossed their face. They hurled us out not caring if we got  beat up or not. James tried to wiggle out of the peacekeepers grasp but  it was no use. I start to tear up about the thought of James. Not even  in the second grade, he was brave for his age. Never fearing the  consequences, and his blue eyes he got from Poppa. He' gone, probably  collapsed under the hard laborious work they made us do. The  peacekeepers took us to a train. Unlike the train that we were supposed  to take that would bring us to hope and freedom; this train would only  bring us to pain and misery. We were tightly packed in there. You  couldn't even extend your arm without some one cussing at you to pit it  down. During the ride people were dropping like flies. Falling down dead  in a puddle of their own urine. Luckily, Momma Tomas, James, and I made  it out alive. The remaining passengers and us were hurled out of the  car like we were nothing but cattle. Immediately we were separated.  James was carried of one direction and Momma was standing in line with a  bunch of other people. Some were short, some were tall, and some looked  wealthier than others. I ran over to momma but a young looking  peacekeeper held me back "No! You're too young to die!"

Right then I knew what  was going to happen to Momma? She was standing in line awaiting her  death. I didn't even get to say good-bye to her. Some how I managed to  find Tomas in the mess of people.

"Where's Momma and James?" he asked franticly. "I saw James, and Momma she's." I started to sob

"She's where? Alli tell  me!" Tomas shouted. Then a peacekeeper picked me up and slung me over  his burly shoulder. "No!" I screamed. I snatched Tomas's hand, but he  was getting pulled away too.

"Alli stay strong. When  we get out of here I promise-" ill never know what he was going to  promise me. The rest of the night was a blur.

A lady took all my  belongings, and only gave me a pair of coarse pants and a top in return.  Since I was only ten I didn't have to do much work. Poppa's dead,  Momma's dead, Tomas and James are probably dead too. I burry my head  deeper into my arms. Everything about that place was a living nightmare.  The guards with their expressionless faces, the coils and coils of  barbed wire keeping us from escaping, and worst of all the people there.  They were ruthless I tell you ruthless! With their hollow cheeks, wild  eyes, and their lanky bodies, you could barely recognize who they were.  One time a month into being there, a young girl, no older than eleven,  threw a small chunk of bread over the fence. I tried to catch it but a  lady shoved me over and took it from me. The girl never came back. I  burry my head deeper into my arms. I miss them so much. If only we  didn't get caught. I wouldn't be here in these games. I wouldn't have to  live with such demanding parents. I wish... I wish I could only see them.  Just one time... just once.