DAPP'S POV
I sit waiting to see my family for the last time. I'm not surprised I was chosen for the games. My little sister took out so much tesserae which was all transferred to me, since i'm the only 19-24 year old in the family. My father bursts in. I can't see any emotion on his face except anger. It's not my fault I was chosen but he is mad at me anyway. Now he will have to take care of my siblings, because I won't be around to feed them, and play with them. My mother died when I was young, around 14 years old. My father refuses to tell me the reason she died. I stopped pushing for him to tell me a long time ago, because I knew he wouldn't. My father stares at me for a long time. A firm line forms between his eyebrows. His cold eyes stare deep into mine, and he finally says his last words to me.
"Goodbye." He says, and with that he leaves. I can tell that it doesn't matter to him wether I die or not. My brother and sister come into the room next.
"Oh, Dapp." My sister Farrah says, hugging me tightly. She just turned 26 yesterday. She got married at the age of 17, and now she lives with her husband. My little brother Chester stands next to her, a tear falling from his eye slowly. He's only 12, too young to experience this kind of trauma.
"Dapp, you're strong. When you win-
I cut her off.
"You mean if I win?" I say in a stern voice.
"No, I don't. When you win, once you come back home we can have anything we want. We'll be rich, and we won't be hungry ever again." Her voice turns into a strong sob. The Peacekeepers come in and drag her from me. My brother runs in and gives me a hug quickly.
"I love you, big brother." He says, his curly black hair brushing against my chest. A tear slips from my eye, but I brush it away faster then it appeared. I'm rushed into the bus, and I find a seat next to Amira. No one says a word to each other, for a very long time. We sit in silence for almost the entire ride.
"I'm Amira." She says, quietly.
"Dapp." I respond. Her eyes are so bright and curious, just like my little brothers. the exact same colour as him too. We sit in silence for a few more minutes, and finally we arrive at the capitol.
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The Hunger Games: Mentors
FanfictionIt's the 75th Quarter Quell. Instead of tributes being reaped from the existing pool, they are reaped from the pool of 19-24 year olds.