histórias de Starvinggames

I quickly turn to see someone rushing at me with a sword. I froze with fear, reminding me of my past. I snapped out of it and turn to run only to fall down a hill, hurting my knee badly. I got on to my back and couldn't get up fast enough.. he was already upon me. I close my eyes waiting for his sword to come crashing on my skull but it didn't. I slowly open my eyes to see a boy with brown hair and a black tee-shirt on intercepting the sword with the side of his bow...I could only think why would he save me, a girl who he has never seen until the games.

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 When my name got chosen from the lottery of boys to go be a tribute of the Hunger Games, I was shocked. I looked to the right of me, to my older brother, Rye. He was older than I was, and even though I knew he wouldn't, I wish he had volunteered for me as Katniss did for Prim. I was not as young as she was, but isn't an older brother or sister's job to protect? Clearly not. As I took my place next to Katniss, I was met with a cold, hard stare, that's right. She hated me, for reasons that were never clarified. I've never been anything but polite, kind, I thought she was the most beautiful girl in our district, no, the most beautiful girl in Panem. Prettier than women of the Capitol, Katniss was a rare natural beauty, with long streaming brown hair, folded nicely into a single braid. Her hand shook mine, hard, distant and as I cracked a small smile, it was not returned, just met with a glare. These next few weeks will be Character Building, that's for sure.