The first hunger games- Abandoned

Chapter one: Klaxon

I wake up to the sound of children playing outside my window and the smell of oatmeal and oranges wafting through my door. My family is very lucky that we can still get oranges, some haven't had an orange in years. As I sit up and start to get out of bed, I realize that I fell asleep clutching my brothers shirt again. He would have been fifteen now, stop it! I tell myself, he died almost four years ago! My brother died in a shooting rampage in the square when he was eleven, this was six months after the 'dark days' had started. The war lasted a little over three years until district thirteen got destroyed and the twelve remaining districts backed off. My brother was ten and I was eight when the war was started and my brother practically took care of our family. My brother, whose name is klaxon, turned eleven two months before his death. Klaxon went into the square to try and get some grain since we had nothing in stock but some oil. I was begging to come along but he had told me it was to dangerous, I don't know if I should be grateful that i didn't go and that he saved my life or If i should be feeling even more guilty then i am because i should have died in that rampage with him, but if I did then that would have meant my mother would be left with no one and I couldn't let that happen. Anyways, when he went into the square peacekeepers started to roll in and shoot at random, when he tried to run back home, A peacekeeper shot right at him. My mother had heard the shots from our little home but I had drifted off into a nap, she had woken me up and we had carefully walked down to the square. At first, I didn't see much, just a lot of mess, but then I saw the blood and body's, then I saw my brothers body, he was laying on his stomach and there was a bullet imbedded in his back covered in blood. his left cheek was facing the ground and his messy brown hair's bangs over his eyebrows, with a bag of grain and a roll of yarn in his hand with a tear stain running down his right cheek. After seeing him laying on the ground, i whipped away the tear stain on his cheek, placed my face on his back and began to bawl. My mother was trying to be strong for me because she only let a few tears fall, raised me up from his back and picked up his body, she then started to walk home with me slugging behind her. Once we got back to our little home, she laid him on his bed in and tucked him in. For the first couple days, she still believed that he was just asleep in his bed and hadn't even shed a tear, but one night I couldn't sleep and I thought about going into my mothers room, but before I could, I heard her crying, and crying and... Crying. After she finally excepted what had happened, she took Klaxon from his bed and placed him in a wooden box, since we couldn't have a funeral we dug a deep hole in a piece of land behind our house and placed him in it, and created a tombstone out of an actual stone and picked a couple flowers which we placed next to the stone. As time went on, she mustered up the courage to let me go into the square to receive rations since she knew that i would get more then she could and we scraped by. Barely.