The Hunger Games Begin

The Construction

At long last, I rise from my slumber, nervous and silent. Tentatively, I peer out at the street. Outside, I don't see District 3, I see a ghost town filled o the brim with a disconcerting deafening silence.

Does the end of the war mean hibernation or something? This scene of eerie peace is too unnatural to be true. As I tiptoe through my house to the kitchen, I see my mother and Tommy (my little brother) huddled together tightly in their room. I rack the larder and the cupboards and find the remainders of our war rations sitting at the back of the larder. Impatiently, I devour my fair share of a loaf of bread, some water and a small chunk of cheese.

Soundless, I make my way back to my room and fling on my jeans, a jumper, my leather jacket and my boots. I don' know what I'm about to do but instinct tells me to complete my daily morning walk as per usual. During the war, people were mostly confined to their houses for fear of fire-bombs. Each day, soon after dawn I would stroll around the district, especially near the places which were hailed with bombs. I shouldn't say this but... destruction fascinates me.

I am walking swiftly towards the town square when a man catches my eye. He is evidently not from District 3, or any of the districts come to think of it. he is wearing a white helmet, black visor shielding his eyes and crisp white uniform yet to be creased. The Capitol? What sort of a plan did they have cooked up for us? At first he doesn't see me but for a minute or two, he lifts his head and I am sure our eyes interlock but it is difficult to tell with the visor covering his eyes.

I continue my walk, as I see the town square, I know that the Capitol have a plan for us all. I just don't know what. Hundreds of men dressed like the one I met a few moments ago swarming all over the open land. Some sort of construction seems to be going on in the centre of it all. A sign is posted at the end of Hemming Street, but my reading has never been the best.

One thing is puzzling me- I am never the sole person to walk the grounds of District 3 in the early mornings, another girl, Ailee, also enjoys stretching her legs but she hasn't made an appearance yet. Quite a crowd of people are gathering now, whispering, pointing, wondering. I see the butcher nearby. He is a kind soul with a high reading ability, so I make my way to him and curiously enquire what the sign says.
"That one right there?" He replies,"says that the Justice Building is under construction."
I thank him and saunter back to my original watching point.
The Justice Building...