Another day in district 12 begins as I wake up and head for the bathroom. I feel as thought I should remember something, but I just can't bring myself to remember it. In the kitchen I see my mother, the mockingjay herself making breakfast.
"Hello, Prim. Do you want some eggs?" Prim, the same name that once belonged to my aunt who died in the rebellion. Mother once said that not a day goes by that she doesn't think of her.
"I'll have some, thank you." I replied. As she brings me my plate, she says, "Eat up, you'll need all the energy you need today.
"Right, I know what today is." I say, lying through my teeth. Looking perplexed, she says, "You DO remember what today is, right?"
Ashamed, I pathetically say, "No."
"Primrose Rue Mellark! I can't believe you, out of all people would forget the Hunger Games reenactment!"
"I'm sorry, mom." The story of my life. Out of all the parents in the world, I had to get the two who defied president snow and incited a rebellion that saved Panem. No matter what I did and how hard I tried, I never felt like my parents were completely proud of me. The whole idea to do reenactments of the Hunger Games were a moronic idea brought on by our new president, to make sure that the memory of the Hunger Games was never forgotten. Why we want to remember an event of blood and gore I'll never know.
"We're leaving soon, so you better get ready." I go upstairs and dress in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. I've been told i'll be at the arena, in the same garb as my mother, the girl on fire. Mom and I meet dad at the train station, I've been on the train a bunch of times, and yet the speed blows me away every time. At the arena, i'm sent immeadiately to the dressing room. The transformation has begun.