Saffra Wilshere, a sixteen year old girl, is chosen for the 72nd Hunger Games. From District 2, she is meant to join the Career pack, not only because everyone expects her to but because it is tradition.
However she doesn't want to join a group of m...
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C H A P T E R O N E
A D E A D L Y P R E P A R A T I O N
Staggering forward, I send a glare towards my sister, Dawn. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously as she aimed her wooden sword my way. "You need to be prepared! Expect the unexpected!" She shouted at me, her voice echoing off the walls of our training room.
Dawn Wilshere won the Hunger Games three years ago. Both of our parents also won their own individual games before her. So to say that they expected a lot out of me was an understatement.
"We've been here for hours. I'm starving," I tell her with a sigh.
"You'll also be starving in the arena, get used to it," she stated.
Today in only a few hours the Reaping would occur. They all expect me to volunteer; not just my family but the entire district. I was expected to go into the crowd of the district center knowing that no matter how many times my name was in the glass bowl, I was going no matter what. If I didn't I'd be publicly shunned by both my family and the entire district.
Throwing her sword down upon the concrete ground, she frowned at me before picking up her water bottle. "Let's fed going then," she said before grabbing her jacket and making her way out of the training room.
She had the right to be mad I suppose. Everyday since this day I've been training. Training for the day that I would enter the Hunger Games and hopefully not lose my life. Dawn was always making sure that I was the fittest and strongest I could be, double or triple checking almost everyday.
But the thought of leaving this behind and possibly not returning didn't send waves of fear through my body. It felt somewhat comforting. These thoughts were horrendous but at the same time, returning to this lifestyle and most likely having to endure my family's scrutinizing glares pained me. If I made it out alive, they wouldn't congratulate me but instead tell me all the things that I did wrong. How I didn't hide well enough or how my fighting techniques weren't perfect enough. I hated them sometimes, but they were family and I had to endure it.
Picking up my bag from the floor, I followed in Dawn's footsteps; closing the door behind me. The walk back to the Victor's Village was peaceful; the chirping of birds and the sound of metal clanging seemed to bring peace to my mind. District Two not only was in charge of the building materials for homes and district buildings but also worked with creating new weapons and tools for the other districts.
The Capitol considered this the wealthiest district and it possibly could be. Although I haven't seen the other districts and how they functioned, word was that the poorest districts were the ones at the bottom of the victor scale. There rarely were victors from districts below district four. The Career pack had always managed to win because of their aggressive nature.
