The 72 Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 2

My dad and sister's house is ten time bigger than my house. There is three floors with electricity, food, running water, and Samarea even has her own room! My 'house' is made of mud, dirt, and wood. There's one bed, candles everwhere as a sorce of light, a little table, a fireplace, and a cold cabinet to preserve food. 

In the kitchen, there is already this type of cooked bread that smells like cinamon with maple syrup on the side, rolls and butter, eggs, bacon, all different types of fruit, mile, and the orange drink that tastes like oranges. 

"Be polite Iris." Mom whispers, knowing how much I want to dive into this feast. Mom probably wants to do the same, but is resisting. I sit next to Samarra and dad sits next to mom and we start to eat. When mom and I have breakfast, it's usually two straberries, which is mom's half of mom's pay and a gladd of warm water. This is a treat. I immediately grab two eggs, bacon, and two pieces of cooked bread. Samarra puts a bowl of mixed berries between us and I pour the orange liquid. 

"So, how's life in District 5?" Mom asks as she cuts up her eggs.

"Really good," Dad says. "Samarra was Valet Victorian of her class and work is good."

"Why are you so smart?" I ask looking up at her. She blushes, "I don't know. I... live with an electrian." Samara states. "Doesn't everyone in District 5 live woth at least one electrian?" I ask. Samarra nods and I just look at her with a werid smile.

"What;s going on in District 11?" Samarra asks.

"Well, nothing much, since school's out all of the kids over 3 need to work, they're normally gather the baskets from people like us but some of them work in the trees eith me. Normally only kids over 5 need to work."

"What do you do in the trees?" Dad asks.

"Depends on the tree, yesterday me and Rue were in an Apple Tree so we picked and gathered apples." 

Brunch went on and on about life in other district and current events. One thing about our family is that we get to know about life in each other's district. When we finished Samarra and I went up to her room.

"Which one?" I ask as I place my dresses on her bed. "For what?" 

"The reaping." I say with tears filling my eyes.

"I like the white one, it goes with your personality." Samarra says. "Which is what?" I ask waiting for an answer. Samarra thinks for a little bit, "innocent, kind, and sweat." I smile and look down, unable to hide my tears anymore.

Samarra notices me and starts to rub my back, "What's wrong?"

"I don't wanta die." I start to cry harder now thinking of the possibly.

"Your not Iris. Your mane is the bowl only three times, and how many kids are there in District 11?" She asks. "Too many to count." I answer.

"See, there are so many names, they will never pick you. You're lucky to be living in District 11; there aren't a lot of kids here. I'm the one that should be worried." Samarra strokes my hair and gives me a hug. "But what if you get picked? What would you do?" Samarra looks at me, I see the fear in her amber eyes as she thinks. "I would keep my eyes open... and take advantage of everything that happens in the arena."

I laugh, "Of course you would."