President Snow: From Pain to Power

Chapter 3: A Bright plan

Anger spreads throughout me. I don’t feel guilty for killing him. He deserves it. He deserves everything he got. I run away, leaving my dead mother and old house behind. I breathe heavily and try not to cry, but I can’t stop. I wipe the blood pouring from my shoulder with my hand. When the killer man cut me it felt like nothing, but now I can feel a sharp prickle on pain travel all around my body.

The only thing I bring with me is the brown bag and the dead man’s knife.

I walk by a man sitting on the ground. He looks homeless. I stop and look at him. He opens his mouth slowly and says, “Excuse me little boy do you happen to have any food I could eat. I haven’t eaten in days” He stares at the brown bag in my bloody hand.

I look at him in disgust. I jam the knife in the man’s head. He lets out a small groan and falls down. I look straight into the dead man’s open eyes. I can’t help but feel anger toward everyone around me. Like it’s all my friends and neighbors were the ones who killed my mother. I look away.

 I glar around and surprisingly see about 100 peacekeepers setting up for the reaping, and almost the whole district lining up like it's the reaping. Is that today? I thought it’s supposed to be tomorrow. I wipe my sweaty head.

I glance at the shiny white hovercraft in the distance. Peacekeepers march out carrying a big glass ball; they use to put the tributes names in.

I’m leaving this place as soon as I can. I think.

 The hovercraft leads to the capitol! The capitol people live in luxury, when all the districts starve, die, and suffer every day. The capitol could be a perfect life for me. My head is still throbbing, but my heart pumps fast with excitement from my bright new plan.

I run over to the hovercraft, taking big breaths and big steps when I run into a small peacekeeper carrying a vase of flowers.

“I’m going to have to ask you to proceed back to your spot in the reaping.” He asks me in a low croaky voice.

Without thinking I kick him in the stomach, dig the knife into his temple and run away without looking back.  

“Welcome, Welcome, Happy Hunger Games and….” I hear a high capitol person say in the distance. They started the reaping. I run faster. My lungs are stinging.

When I finally get to the hovercraft I place my foot slowly on the metal riser. I quietly tiptoe up the steps and slide my back against the wall. There’s a pilot on the hovercraft and that’s all. As relief over comes me, I here loud bangs. I look behind me and see close to fifty peacekeepers in the distance running toward the hovercraft.

I look around to find somewhere to hide and see a small closet. I walk up to it and to my surprise it opens all by itself. I step in and sit down with a big huff. I’m going to be here for a while so might as well get comfy.

I think about my mother. I don’t know why I’m so upset that she’s dead. I mean she didn’t treat me very well.

I feel the hovercraft vibrate and lift into the air.

Then I think about what she said before she died. She told me she loved me. She never showed that she loved me, but that makes me feel good.

I look through the crack of the closet and see a lot of peacekeepers standing in lines. Then I feel a big thump as if we landed. The door opens revealing light, and the Peacekeepers march out.

I slowly open the closet and sneak out of the hovercraft. When I step out and bring up my head, the sight is unbelievable. Bright, tall buildings covered in shiny glass windows, the sky is beautiful shade of blue, and the stunning sight of the sun bright up this shocking world called the Capitol. I walk forward never taking my eyes off this magnificent place.