The Hunger Games doesn't belong to me or any characters.
I just can't believe it. They Capitol really are cruel. Just when I thought I had my Katniss back, she is being wrenched away from me again. I put my head in my hands as I don't want to see the face of the man who obviously just came up with this idea of sending victors back into the arena. President Snow. The very name sends shivers down my spine.
I let my hands fall slowly to judge the atmosphere in the room. Our mother was shaking and Katniss was trying to work out what 'existing pool of victors meant'. When she worked it out she slowly stood up and ran outside. I didn't bother to follow her, although I was very concerned. The television was turned off and mom whispered "How are we going to cope? With here gone again?" I shook my head and sighed. She was the adult, and she was asking stupid questions. "Like last time." I replied.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted this to be a horrible dream. I wanted to wake up and I wanted my life to be perfect. I lay with my head like that for about two miniutes, and opened my eyes. It didn't work. I was still sat in the living room, with Katniss out, who knows where and my mother panicking. I just realized that, not only the Capitol, but life in general was cruel. I took a deep breath and put on my brave face again. I had to keep it on for everyone, mostly me.
I had to show everyone that I wasn't as scared as they thought.