How the Hunger Games Started

This is about a time before the hunger games. This is how the hunger games started. It is different to how the book says.


8. Understanding

I don't want to argue with her again. I simply start to braid.

"What's it like?" I ask, I am trying to find out more, but in a less direct way.

"What's what like?"

"The capitol, living in the capitol, what's it like?"

"Probably not too different to your district!"

I find that hard to believe. "Life is awful in my district. We have no food, and my family didn't care about me"

"Neither did mine" she replies "I'm not like a normal capitol citizen, I was born here, but I'm not the prefect image of a capitol citizen" 


"My mother was in prison for a crime she didn't commit. I was born in the prison, and they put me in an orphanage. I was never adopted so when I turned 16 I was automatically put to work for President Snow. I had no say"

"That's awful!" I shout. How could the Capitol treat her like this?

"I've never lived in the center. Always in here."

We swap places and I sit down. She braids two plaits and then fixes them at the back, so they look so beautiful.

"Your mother?"

"I haven't seen her for 8 years. I was 10 when I last saw her."

Her story touches my heart, and I realize that I wouldn't trade anything for my life now. At least I knew my mother and father. 

"I'm so sorry" 

"For what, it's not your fault."

"Still..." I turn around. "And that?" I point to her shoulder

She shrugs and rubs her shoulder uncomfortably.

"It's to say that I am, and will always be the property of the capitol"

I slip into a gown that drops to my ankles.

"It will glow orange, when you're out there, you don't need to do anything. Just smile and look pretty"

I nod. 

A peacekeeper enters the room and leads me to a chariot led by horses. 

As I am about to go in, I look around to give Scarlet the thumbs up, so she can turn on the dress. But she's not there!


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