The Fire Games

One hundred years ago, there was a time known as the Dark Days, a war that began the Hunger Games. Twenty five years ago, a change happened. The Games turned around. Capitol children are Reaped now. There is now a new name for the Games. The Fire Games.

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5. The Arena

     The next morning, I'm awoken by an Avox, shaking my shoulder. As my eyes adjust to the bright light in my room, I realize that today is, possibly, my last day. I may never see Aunt Farrow again. Her last words ring though my ears.

     'I don't have long. I just want you to know I love you. Good luck.'

     I slowly rise out of bed, to find that a camera is watching me. The awakening of a Tribute. Across the room, I see the clothes that have been placed out for the Arena. I shoo the camera crew out, muttering threats under my breath. 

     I undress, and slide on a gray tank top, gray tights, and black ballet flats. I brush my wavy, white hair, then put on the pin that the Gamemakers must have asked Aunt Farrow to send. A gold pin, with a Mockingjay. After the death of Peeta, (He died of old age) Katniss couldn't stand to look at the pin, so she gave it back to the original owner, my Gran Gran, Madge Undersee. She gave it to Mom, from whom I took it from after she killed Dad.

     I have barely closed the door of the restroom, ready to use the toilet, when six guards bust in to take me to the Arena. Perfect timing, right?

     They order me to walk, and begin pushing me around, trying to make me go faster. After walking, for what seems like miles, down the halls, I'm tossed into an underground car that rides me to Arena. I'm told to wait for a moment. A lady, with black eyes that match her skin, (I'm not meaning black skin as in race. I mean her skin is charcoal black.) sticks a needle into my flesh. My tracker. She tells me to stand on the rocky, gray plate. 

    As soon as my feet touch the plate, I am shot upwards. The force of it closes my eyes. Soon, the movement stops. I open my eyes to see my killer, the Arena.

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