The 55th Hunger Games

Whisp Rivendell, a spunky girl from district 2 was first noticed as a child working in the factories. She one day got fed up with the peace keepers watching her and killed one that was about to whip her. the children in the factory cheered. But the peacekeeper army at district 2 didn't. Her sentence? death, but her family begged the head peace keeper until he raised the punishment. The Rivendells thought the worst was over but it only had just begun. that year at the reaping there was only one name in the girl's reaping bowl. It was Whisp's. Happy Hunger games! and may the odds be EVER in your favor!

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2. Welcome To The Capital

  The train is all new to me. I have never been in anything this glamorous, the chandelier, displays, furniture, and even ceilings sparkle like diamonds. The trip to the capitol only lasts 2 days from district 2. The first day I meet my mentor, Chey Falds. She was a trained kid from the richer side of town, she won 2 years ago. One look at me and she scoffs. "you realize you'll be the first to die" Chey tells me. I only stare her cold in the eye and rely back with a firm voice. "well then you can just let me train myself." Mason, or whatever his name is, is still crying. I have pity for him. I wonder why none of the trained boys volunteered over him... "hey" I say looking down at him. he looks up at me and squints his eyes. "how can you not cry right now! We are both going to die!" he says before bursting back into tears. I sit down next to him and look at him. "Tough people always win you know.." I say looking at him. "I bet you make it home" i add smiling with all i have left. I guess this makes him feel better because he goes over to talk with Chey. I on the other hand go over to the table and grab a apple before i go to a room to consult my strategies.

 

   I think its around 3 in the morning when i wake up. Its still dark inside and outside the train but i wonder to the dining cart. I need fresh air... but a window isn't insight that is able to open. I look over my shoulder at a emergency door, i could jump out... i could go home. Without thinking i go over and slam it open. i close my eyes as the wind ruffles the whisps of hair framing my face. "Whisp... don't" i feel a hand jerking me back. Without looking i know its Chey. "what do you want Chey" i snarl not wanting any help from my pathetic trainer. Chey looks at me, her eyes soft. "Im sorry about earlier, I guess you guys weren't really up for jokes..." says Chey. I turn to her now blazing with rage. "what kind of sick joke was that!?" i say. Chey just looks at me shaking her head. "so your the rebel hu?" she says after a long pause. "i'm not exactly sure." i say coldly, i'm not in the mood to talk. its much easier to shut someone like her out. "that was very brave what you did." Chey says before turning back to her room. I'm frozen with a memory, but i shake it off with a shiver.

 

   The train speeds into the capital in the afternoon, i'm at the window watching painted, fake faces wave at me from the crowded streets. The train comes to a lurching stop and i follow Veeva into the remake center. There i lay for a couple hours as 2 people work away on me. At one point one of them raises my arm to cut off the leather bracelet from Eve. I jerk my arm away with so much force that the one stumbles back and bumps into a table. For the rest of the remake they never touch the bracelet.

 

   I sit in a room waiting for my designer, after seeing the crazy capital fashions in suddenly scared what i may be dressed in. Suddenly he walks in, i'm at first stunned. His blonde hair is slicked back neatly and he's dressed in a plain suit. He looks shadowy and mysterious. I feel a tiny twinge of relief. "hello Whisp. I'm your designer." He says. "do you have a name?" i say sarcastically. "Just call me designer." he says smiling. I'm confused, why would he not want to tell me his name? Instead he launches into the carriage outfits. "I think you'll quite enjoy them. This year we decided to go with something dark. Mystery is the element we are trying to enhance this year" he says. He sets out a simple black dress and i can't help but be confused. "this is it? we will be known as boring! How are we supposed to get sponsors with boring!?" i ask. "oh this is just the base layer." he says. He take out a iron breast plate it almost looks like. then iron flaps that attach to the fluffy skirt of my dress. lastly shackles that attach to my wrists. It takes a little bit to put it all on, and i won't be able to see myself in the mirror until we are done. After i am fully dressed He does my makeup, all dark colors, and spends extra time on my eyes. When i am finally allowed to see myself i gasp. I am dark and mysterious, I look daring and spunky but i somehow still look determined to get home... to see my family. "you are a warrior." My designer says.

    Mason and i stand together on a chariot waiting to roll forward. He looks just as stunning as me. We are both warriors now. "remember you two, look straight ahead, show no emotion." my designer says before leaving us with the other tributes. Before i know it district 1's chariot is rolling forward and so are we. I stare ahead of me as the capitol crowd roars. The room seems to be screaming, pointing at us. I think i just gained some fans... All the tributes stop in the center as the president Starts to speak. I lift my gaze to Snow and stare daggers at him. He meets my gaze for a second, but quickly turns it away. After Snow speaks we all return back, as i hop off the chariot i follow Chey to the elevator. We are stuck in with district 1 tributes. As they leave the elevator the girl turns to me and smiles. "see you in training tomorrow." she says before the door closes. Chey raises a eyebrow "Maybe they want you two in the careers" she says. "yeah like that's gonna happen." Mason scoffs. "i don't even know what grass is." he says. "there was once a park is district 2, i played in it as a child" i say before we walk into our home for now. Mason seems transfixed on the modern style. But i go straight to my room and shut the door. i crumple to the floor and shut my eyes. I try to erase the past couple of days but I can't. The fear is controlling me. It takes a couple minutes but I soon sit up and stare ahead. I will stay strong. The past is in the past right? maybe I will make it home...

 

            

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