Red Tears A Hunger Games POV

14 year old Cinnamon doesn't know what to expect when she is reaped for the 89th Hunger Games. What will be her fate? District 6 is depending on her to be their victor since her fellow tribute Cody is timid and weak. What will she do? Let the 89th Hunger Games begin.

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2. The Goodbyes

I am pushed into a small room in the back of the justice building. The door bangs shut behind me and I hear the lock click. This is where I will say my goodbyes. I try and think that maybe I will survive but I am weak and small while the careers will almost definitely be giant and strong. Although I am fast and if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. But I doubt that I can run any faster than them. I know I'm going to die, why am I kidding myself?

The lock clicks again and the door swings open. My parents, my brothers, Daisy, and Penny tumble in, tears shining on their skin. Silently they each come and embrace me. I can feel my heart rate speeding up and my eyes beginning to fill with tears. Don't cry. Don't cry don't cry. I don't want people to see me as a weak little girl who stands no chance. I want them to see me as a strong, proud young lady from District 6. Even though strong and proud are exactly the opposite of what I am now. "Oh Cinnamon! I'm so sorry!" My mother gasps. I hug her again. "Stay strong. It will be alight. Find a job, any job. Wash clothes, anything! And make sure you be there for Daisy and Penny. They need you. I'm almost definitely not going to be there so you have to help them."
"I will! I'll try!" She sobs. For the next while we say nothing. We just sit there hugging. A peacekeeper comes in. "Your time is up." He says firmly. Everyone bursts into tears again and Daisy starts screaming. The peacekeeper drags them out of the room. That's it, I don't expect anymore visitors. For the next hour I sit waiting. Finally, a peacekeeper comes to take me to the train.
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