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My sister, Amber, died in the Hunger Games. She was brutally murdered by a District One, victor, Olive, who used a mine bomb on her. So every Reaping Day, I wear all my makeup and clothing. Except all of it is blood red. To represent the blood that had been shed from my sister.
The hall was full of sullen faces, the faces of people from our depressed District Ten. The escort wasn't as giddy either. For his brother had sacrificed his life in the Games. "Attention District Ten," he mumbled. "Today, we choose our tributes for the gory and murderous Games." he drawled as he reached into the reaping ball.
"Solomon Abrams," Mrs. Abrams began weeping. Solomon kissed his little sister on the forehead. He walked to the stage, with excellent poise. "And we have... Rosemary Abernathy," the crowd looked at me with faces of terror. I tried maintaining poise.
Then, I grabbed the mic from the escort. "Last year, my beloved sister, Amber, was murdered." the crowd nodded in agreement. "But, she was not murdered by Olive..." I trailed off. "She was murdered by President Snow!" I yelled. The crowd gasped, my parents terrified faces illuminating in the distance.
"President Snow is a liar! He's a murderer!" Solomon was not shocked. He was actually helping the cause. Then, he grabbed the mic from me. "President Snow is a bloodthirsty, sick, cruel, and inhumane man. He killed children!" Solomon's voice broke. "He killed my father for screaming at him words of wisdom!" Solomon had tears streaming down his face.
I took the mic and began saying something I'd never thought I'd say. "Rot in hell, Snow!" I screamed. I threw the mic at the reaping ball, millions of names spilling out. The Peacekeepers grabbed my wrists and handcuffed me. "You'll be seeing Snow... personally." chuckled a buff Peacekeeper.