The Hunger Games: No Escape

I must have imagined it, yes this can't be true. A small fragile girl makes her way through the crowd, walking towards her own funeral. Why didn't anyone do something? Are they letting her die this way? I couldn't watch this anymore as I made my way through the crowd, only to be stopped by peacekeepers.

'I...I volunteer as tribute' I yell, making everyone look at me in surprise.

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2. Chapter 2

Prine Edenthaw,
After my long deserved warm bath, I was dressed an knee length light blue dress with a white top. I braided my long brown hair in an Dutch braid which hangs loosely over my left shoulder. I put on my brown little boots with laces when I suddenly see the door  swung wide open. My dad walks in with his fishing rod in his left hand while his right hand holding his bag full of fishing gear. He looks up to me and his depressed facial expression turns around in a smile, a soft watery smile because he missed my mum and I heard I resemble her a lot. He drops his fishing rod and the bag too give me a big hug. It probably crossed his mind that there was an possibility that I might be chosen and will never return again.

'Sweetheart you look so much like your mother. She would be so proud of you'. He kisses my forehead before letting me go. 'I will be praying that they won't choose you'.

I see the pain in his eyes and immediately feel guilty, not that did anything to him. Suddenly he was toward the kitchen, it supposed to look like an kitchen. We aren't rich or have enough money to survive, let stand to have enough for the house. The once beige wallpaper was stained and slowly came down form the walls, in the kitchen everything was old and seconds from breaking down. My dad calls for me, which wakes me up from my train of thoughts. As I walk towards the kitchen I spot the old photograph off a little boy, the picture slowly turned yellow as the boy on the photograph will never age again. I swallow and hope the tears stay away. My dad still faced me with his back.

'I want you to wear this' my dad says. He turns around holding my mums old necklace. It was as a simple necklace. Nothing special, just a small piece of black stone on an necklace. The meaning behind it made it so special. My dad gave my mum this necklace when he proposed to her instead of a ring, and she loved it. She thought it was special because it's customary to give your lady a ring.

'No dad I can't except this' I say.

'Think of it as an good luck charm from your mother. She wanted you to have this if she would pass away' he said with am lump in his throat. Without saying anymore he put the necklace around my neck. Honoured I take a look in the mirror to admire the necklace. 'Thanks dad' I say and hug him once again.

A small smile covers his face. 'Let's get you ready for the reaping' he said. He walked to the stove where a pan with fish soup was standing. I didn't even notice how hungry I was because of the nerves.

*

Finally it was time for the reaping, at last everyone would have their answer to the question "Who will it be this time". I just passed the peacekeepers, the blood test and now I was standing in a crowd, surrounded by girls of my age. Everyone was just as nervous as I was, most girls couldn't shut their mouths and some couldn't say a word. The boys side seemed calm, but I knew how nervous boys could be. Last year one of them threw up when he found out he was safe for another year, it was disgusting but after we could all laugh about it. Suddenly everyone stopped talking and watched an lady with curly orange hair wearing too much coloured make-up. Around her eyes there was a bright yellow colour, her cheeks and eyes had a awful pink colour. She wore a red knee length dress with big brown buttons with a lot of glitter which made her more radiant than the sun. When she was on the stage, she looked around with an troubled facial expression. She was probably sacred someone would throw up again after last year.

'Welcome! Welcome! Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour! Now, before we begin, we have a special message brought to you all the way from the capitol!' she says and points to the screen where a video begins to play. We all remember the video as if we just saw it yesterday, how they destroyed District 13. Basically it was a warning to us all, "Don't rebel or else you will pay for it". I look at the colourful barbie doll that is watching the video as if it was her wedding video, she absolutely loved it and it made me sick. Finally the video is over and she turns back to us.

'I just love that!'  she says  way to happy. 'Now, as usual, ladies first'. She walks over to the glass bowl where the names from all the girls are laying in. Some girls around me start praying they won't be chosen, where the youngest already have tears in their eyes. One girls in particular catches my eyes, Savera, this is her first reaping and she almost starts hyperventilating which breaks my heart.

'Savera Perthsmith'.

I must have imagined it, yes this can't be true. A small fragile girl with honey blond hair makes her way through the crowd, walking towards her own funeral. Why didn't anyone do something? Are they letting her die this way? I couldn't watch this anymore as I made my way through the crowd, only to be stopped by peacekeepers. Why does it have to be her, she is still so young, I made up my mind already breaking my dads heart while thinking about it.

'I...I volunteer as tribute' I yell, making everyone look at me in surprise.

'Well, it looks like we have a volunteer'.

Two peacekeepers, who stopped me earlier, walk me to the stage to the orange haired lady. I pass by and give Savera a soft smile as she mouths "thank you"  with watery eyes. I step on the stage an refuse to look at the freak lady, while my eyes scan the boys section where Kian looks at me, clearly surprised by my sudden actions.

'What's your name'.

'Prine Edenthaw' I say loud enough for her to hear. Suddenly I spot the figure standing next to Kian, Savera's older brother. He looks thankful at me for saving his little sister as he couldn't volunteer for her.

'Isn't this exciting' she asks cheerfully. 'How sweet that you volunteer for that little girl, any reasons why'. I suddenly remember her name as I take a deep breath. 'It's not fair that she has to go, she's still to young' I mumble softly. Suddenly she puts an arm around me which freaks me out, why would she do that. It's not that big of an deal right?

'Now, for the boys' she says and let's me go.

'Struve Duncain'.

A small boy with curly dirty blond hair walks towards the stage. It's way to quiet while he makes his way towards the stage. From the corner of my eye I can see Kian moving out of the crowd and spots me looking at him while I shake my head, almost unnoticeable. If I had to go into the games, I would hate it if he joined me. What if I ended up killing him. It works because he looks defeated as he looks at the ground. I swallow a lump away from my throat when I face Struve. We shake hands while our escort is almost jumping up and down from excitement. She couldn't wait until the two of us would be laying dead on the ground.
'Here we are, Our tributes from District 4!'.

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