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.


1. The Reaping

I awaken to the loud banging of peacekeepers and Capitol people constructing a stage outside the justice building. Today is the day of the reaping. My name is Cinnamon and I am 14 years old. So far I have escaped the Hunger Games, but this year the odds are really not in my favour.

Last year, after the games, my father lost his job. District 6 is in charge of transportation. Unfortunately the citizens of Panem are not interested in travel at all, so they had to layoff many workers because the Capitol has enough hovercrafts, trains and boats. So, I being the only person in my family eligible for the Hunger Games, have had to take plenty of tesserae in order to feed my family of 7. My two older brothers hardly ever come out of the attic and my parents just sit around as if they are waiting for my father to be given back his job, leaving me to take care of my two little sisters Daisy, who is 3, and Penny who is only a 2 months. This is a lot to handle. Sometimes I wonder why my parents had so many children. Maybe they thought that if they had 5 at least 1 might escape the Hunger Games. If I didn't live here I would have children, but I do and that isn't changing anytime soon.

I sit at the end of Daisy's bed singing a quiet lullaby while rocking baby Penny. I don't know what they would do without me. The sound of a bell brings me back to my senses. I quickly put down the Penny and dress myself in my reaping outfit. This is the day. The day that will secure or possibly put an end to my future for the next year. I tiptoe down the stairs only to find my mother and father weeping. The wrap their arms around me in a tight embrace. They know that the odds are not in my favour. My name is in 56 times. 56 slips of paper. 56 neatly written slips with Cinnamon Claverty written on them. 56 slips that could end my life.

The bell sounds again and I wrench myself away from my parents. I run upstairs and kiss penny and Daisy saying a silent goodbye. I blow a kiss to my brothers and hug my parents one last time. As I turn to leave I say possibly my final goodbye to the place I call home.

I march along next to all the other children, you can see in every one of their faces a look of complete terror. I briskly walk up to the peacekeeper and she takes my blood. Staring straight ahead I move towards the roped off area for the 14 year old girls. Finally, everyone is in their places and the reaping begins.

We start off by watching a video from the Capitol. It makes me sick to watch it. It shows strong men and women that look not one bit like the starved weak bodies of the District 6 citizens. When it ends, District 6's escort Copper Almasty steps up to the microphone. She makes a short speech welcoming us all. Her Capitol accent is sickening to listen too. I despise the Capitol and its wealthy ridiculous looking citizens.

"Ladies First!" Copper says
She sweeps her hand around the bowl, her claw like nails flashing in the sunlight. My heart is pounding. This is it. This is the moment of truth.
"Cinnamon Almasty!" Copper shouts.
Who is that? Wait. My heart skips a beat. That's me.
"Come on up now! Don't be shy!" She calls out to me.
"NO!" Wails a high voice from the crowd. Daisy.
Her voice melts my heart and stops me in my tracks. I look back. She is running towards me. How does she know that this is bad? How is she so knowledgable? She's only 3. Daisy darts between the peacekeepers and wraps herself around my knees. I lift her up and give her a big hug.
"It's okay! It's alright! Go to mom, Daisy!"
"NO!" She wails.
"Go find mom!!" I yell.
Her tears stain my face as she is pulled away from me by peacekeepers.
"Well!" Copper gapes, obviously disapproving what just happened.
I quickly walk up to the stage with no expression on my face. I will not show people that I am scared, even though on the inside I am terrified.

Copper briskly shakes my hand and moves onto the boys. Now to see who my fellow tribute is.
"Cody Masden" she calls.
A gasp comes from the crowd as a tiny weak boy stumbles through the crowd. No. Not Cody. He has no chance he is so weak and small. Shakily he walks up to the stage and shakes Copper's hand, then mine. His hand feels cold and bony.
"Our tributes from District 6!" Copper calls before we are pushed into the justice building.

As soon as the doors close Cody bursts into tears. I feel so bad for him, it's obvious that he has no chance. I might though. I am small as well but I am am quite quick. Maybe I can do this.

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