My Friend death
I woke up to feel the warmth of the sun on my face. It was mocking me this sunny day. It promised a good time full of wonders yet it gave me reaping day. My mother danced into my room with her pure beauty glistening. She livened it up with her warm smile. Oh how I hated her. How I hated how she could stand her by and watch. She would stand here and smile and laugh and tell us how much she loved the capitol. She would rant about how the other districts were stupid and inferior. And every time it would boil a anger inside of me. I would want to scream and tell her to shut up, and I did many times. "Lauren! Wake up or you'll miss the reaping." Miss the reaping as if that would be the worst thing in the world. I glared at her and she glared right back she hated me too. She walked into my closet and picked out the thing she knew I would hate the most. "Here, wear this", I watched her lay a big frilly pink dress on my bed.
I shook my head violently. She glared at me daring me to challenge her. But she knew me she knew I never backed down. "I won't wear something that makes me look like I am fond of this injustice." She rolled her eyes "not this again you'll wear it and you'll shut up if you know what's good for you." David walked in then. He wore a polo striped shirt and khaki pants. His amazing blue eyes were identical to mine. His dark chocolate brown hair was unlike my golden curls, it was hard to believe we were twins. "Lauren get up please." He sighed he hated he games as much as I did. I got up after and tried to pretend it was a normal day. Although I still refused to wear the pink dress I went with a soft plain green one. I walked into the kitchen where my mom had prepared a feast.
It disgusted me the rows of sausage and pancakes and eggs. How many children weren't eating while I ate all of this? David sat there next to me his cold blue eyes told me not to complain today. He was my best friend my only friend. He protected me from everything. From the guys at school who tried to get me to my own memories. He was there for me when no one else was and I can never repay him for that. We walked to the town square together and joked about how we should just volunteer to ease the stress. We separated in to boys and girls. I stood with the other sixteen year old girls getting glared and snide remarks. I looked over to the boy's side to see them admiring me. They made inappropriate gestures and I quickly averted me eyes. I wished I was ugly that I wasn't pretty. The speech was made and everything fell silent. Gloria put her skinny hand into the ball and announced the girl's name. "This year's girl tribute from district one is… Lauren Nead," I felt a scream build up in my chest I was cornered like some kind of animal. I waited a second hoping for someone anyone to volunteer.
No one did and I knew why, they wanted to see me suffer, they wanted to watch me die. They wanted my beauty gone and dead well just for that I wasn't going to give it to them. I wouldn't give them the pleasure of my death. How strange of me to hate my district to hate the capitol. I wasn't a fool though I saw past the capitol. I saw their cruelness and darkness. I've seen it year when I watch boys and girls train to kill. I saw it when they murdered my father. I chocked back sobs as I walked toward the stage. Gloria greeted me with cold eyes and smile. She put her hand in the boys section. "This year's boy tribute is Joseph Tanner!" I saw a little boy twelve years old his face wasn't scared but determined.
I almost laughed. He was ready to kill people this little boy as I stood here shaking. I scanned the crowd and saw David running towards the stage. I knew what he was going to do and fear raced through me. I was even more scared for his life then mine. I tried to stop him from not volunteering with a look but I saw the panic on his face. Fortunately someone else beat him to it. A big muscular brown haired guy started yelling. "I VOULEENTEER I volunteer!" This wasn't an uncommon occurrence in district one but this guy showed the same panic and concern as David. He jumped onto the stage and Gloria actually smiled at him. "What's your name?" Gloria asked him. "Adam he breathed, Adam Tanner."
Gloria beamed, "is that your little brother?" She asked. "Adam looked at the young boy and smiled. "Yes, yes it is." The boy scowled at his older brother he obviously wanted to be in the games. Gloria faced the crowd and yelled, "THESE ARE OUR DISTRICT ONE TRIBUTES!" a round of applause fallowed this. I heard some laughter in the crowd. An idea sprung me then that's how I would do this. While in the games I was going to laugh. Laugh at the capitol, Laugh at the tributes; I was going to laugh at death.