Sam turned to the first entry, it wasn't very long. "Today is the reaping of the first quarter quell, or at least that's what the capital calls it. Every twenty five years the capital does some thing special for that years hunger games. i'm just hoping i don't hear my name called." Sam read on to the next page "It was me. My name was called. I will be the female tribute for district twelve." Sam couldn't put this book down, he needed to know. Who is Cassandra? What happened to her?
"Today we are at the capital, getting our rooms at the tribute tower, the place all the tributes from all districts stay till the games. There are 13 different housings. Each on its own level." Sam had heard of the tribute tower and seen it on the news, but never saw it with his own eyes, never seeing it without a screen in between.
"They made us wear these....costumes today symbolizing each of our districts while they showcased us around like some sort of show. I felt like I was put on a camera for all to see, for all to judge and ridicule. I wish I was home." Sam could relate, He too wanted home. He wanted his bed and sheep wool blanket. He missed the noise of the mines and markets every day. Now there was only silence.
Sam looked out side, the sun was now setting. "crap, I gotta get back before night fall." he thought as he got up from the old oak table. Almost out the door he stops. he turns, facing the table. he thinks, should he bring this girls diary back with him? "It's not like she needs it any more." he pondered, He picks up the book puts it in his pack before he rushes out the door of the old shack.
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Her Diary
Science FictionPanem is broken. Rebels are revolting against the capital, and refuse to back down. District 12 now gone. Accept for one. Sam is all there is left of the twelfth district, now scavenging for any thing to get by. He finds a diary, the diary of Cassa...
