Fern's POV
-The reaping day-
My heart thumps against my chest. Then I hear my name being called, Fern Emerson, only one thought crosses my mind, I am going to die. This exact thought runs through my mind even when I'm on the stage. They're calling the boy tribute up to the stage; I don't even know who it is! I'm too numb to realize anything. We shake hands, go to the justice building; everything goes by like a blur. I sit on a velvet red couch as one by one the people I love visit and go. My sister Finch (Foxface) steps in just as my friends leave. we don't say anything. Our eyes say everything, I know this is the last time I will see her. Finally Finch starts our last conversation. "Fern... You just have to try." I remain silent as she continues. "I know what your thinking, don't be like that... I know you can make it home." My lips touch her temple, we stay like this for a moment before a peacekeeper comes and commands her to go out. Before she exits she whispers, barely audible:"Don't fall for their tricks." My eyebrows knit together in confusion as I try to comprehend what she said. "Don't fall for their tricks" I don't understand.
What did she mean?
To be careful?
I have no idea
-In the hands of the capitol-
My body stings as the capitol psychopaths babble on their success in 'making me a human'. Their annoying accents go on until I can't take it anymore, "SHUT UP! YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!" I scream. The room falls silent, I run out of the room in only a robe. I don't know where I'm going, just anywhere where there aren't any annoying capitol freaks. I find a closet and weep silently inside. My head aches, my eyes feel drowsy and my skin hurts and throbs in so many ways. Nobody comes after me and I'm soon enveloped in a world of darkness
-Tribute Parade-
When I wake up I find that I'm in a somewhat weird position. A deafening roar goes through my closet-wait I'm not in the closet anymore; I'm in a chariot readied to go. The other tributes are dressed as well -in silly costumes- in front of us. I am in the most ridiculous costume ever! A headpiece shaped like sun on my head, a suit all yellow.- not the beautiful shade but an ugly putrid shade- We're suddenly in the view of rainbow coloured birds-no wait it's the horrible creatures known as the capitol. I wave shyly as we parade the streets of the capitol.
-Death scene-
I'm tangled up in the district 4 girls' net, the boy from 2 jams his sword at me, but that's not it. They have fun torturing me too. As the affects of blood loss kicks in I recite how stupid I was falling for their traps. I completely understand what Finch said now. What's happening at home, I wonder? Will they be mourning for me? And what about my killer's families? Will they be proud? Neutral? My life flashes in front of my eyes, the last thing I remember is my killers' evil laughter before I drift off into the after world