End Of The World
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. It belongs to Suzanne Colins!
"Ladies first!"said the voice of Frances Opal, the District Eleven escort.
Frances Opal was a rather tall lady, with green, bushy, hair. She wore a ridiculous brown dress, which made her look somewhat like a tree. With two eyes and a mouth.
Rue closed her eyes. She hoped that she wouldn't be chosen.
How would her siblings, who looked up to her, cope if she died?
Who would take her place in to fields, to help indicate that work was over and it was time to go home?
Why was The Capitol making everyone suffer?
But again, the chances of her being picked were slim. Even if she was picked, she would have the advantage of being quick and agile. Perhaps she would have a chance of winning. If she won the Games, her family would have a nice, cosy house in the Victors' Village. No more starvation; no more cold showers; no more poverty.
But that was only if the Career Tributes got to her first.
What chance did she, a mere twelve year old, have against a bunch of kids who have been training ever since they were little toddlers?
None, she thought miserably as Frances slowly advanced towards the glass bowl which contained slips of paper in them.
Thank goodness none of her siblings were old enough to be reaped, thought Rue.
Frances had now reached the glass bowl. Rue crossed her fingers.
Frances's hand now was inside the bowl, searching a slip of paper to pick up. Her fingers finally settled on a piece of paper at the bottom.
Rue was sure her toes were crossed as well.
Frances opened the paper.
"Rue, Arbre."
It seemed that it was the end of the world for Rue.
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