Freedom

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"Does anybody wish to complain?" Thaw asked "If anyone wishes to say anything, then now is the time." Silence. "From now on children between the age of twelve and eighteen will be put into a draw for the hunger games, everyone over the age of eighteen must pay capitol taxes, every household may have no more than two metres by two metres of land, the rest belongs to the capitol-"

"You can't do that!" someone shouted. A small boy with dark black hair scrambled up in front of the crowd. Rio. He's my twelve year old brother.

"Rio!" I muttered under my breath. Nobody heard me apart from Riza. She put her hand on my shoulder. Thaw turned her head to face Rio.

"GUARDS!" she yelled. Two peace keepers stepped forward, took hold of Rio and started to drag him. Now it was my turn to yell.

"RIO!" I flung myself at the platform. Everyone looked at me, including the peace keepers with Rio. Riza grabbed me and hauled me back.

"RIO!" Riza looked me, I shook my head,

"wasn't me." Somebody else had scrambled up in front of the crowd.

"Leave my son alone!" he said. The two peace keepers let go of Rio. He ran off and into my arms. There was silence for a moment.

"What's Dad doing?" Rio asked. I didn't answer, I just hugged him.

"Oh yes?" Thaw said,

"Yes! Take me! Just leave my Rio alone!" Thaw looked at Rio and me. "And my daughter," Dad said.

"Fine," Thaw snapped. "Take him!" the two peace that had been holding Rio grabbed hold off Dad and hauled him off, just like they'd done with Ernie. Everyone started to separate and go back to their own business. Rio looked at me his face was streaked with tiers.

"It will be all right Rio," I said. Rio hugged me tighter.

"Yeah, corse it will," Rio said. He pulled a hankie out of his pocket and blew his nose. He offered it it me.

"I don't need it," I said.

"Yes you do," he said. I took the hankie and wiped my soaking face.

"RIO, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" I saw my mother emerge from the crowd.

"I'm so sorry Mother," Rio said, he looked like he was about burst into tiers again. Mum sighed,

"What is done is done, but don't you ever speak out against the capitol again!" We all turned to go home when Arnold ran up to me.

"Meet me at my house tonight!"

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