Chapter 1
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RUE POV:
My shirt smelt and was damp with sweat from gathering flowers high up in the trees after a long working day.
Relief swept over me when I realised it was time to set home, so I sang my four note tune melodically and in a clear voice to make sure the many mockingjays that nest in the trees catch my tune. Once the mockingjays repeated the four notes in a clear, high-pitched tone, I jumped from the medium sized tree as I knew I could make it without hurting myself as I had done it many times before without consequence.
When I arrived back home the atmosphere was sullen but calm, very different to the usual- my family were always fairly tired (but then again this was from most of the family having to work) but usually we were all happy to have each other's company, but today we would not even try to act happy, as we knew that tomorrow was the district 10 reaping.
We ate our dinner of a stale, gritty loaf with a few dandelions- it was a good meal for us but nothing compared to the Capitol's banquets- then made our way to bed. That night I dreamt of each member of my family being reaped; first my mother that died easily in the bloodbath, next my father who escaped the bloodbath but has serious injuries and unfortunately died of infection even though he had tried to keep the wound clean, next was my little sisters who clung to each other like a life support and ran away from the bloodbath only to be murdered slowly by the careers, and finally I dreamt of myself scurrying away from the bloodbath with a small backpack and fortunately no cuts, but then the dream went black and twisted into a forest where a girl knelt over me singing a tune I didn't recognise that was entrancing until everything went bright.
-THRESH POV:
I had come home to find my grandmother sitting at the small wooden table with what looked like a cooked rat spread out onto two plates and a tiny bowl full of oddly shaped plants- what were they called again? Ermm... katret? No...catnip? No... katniss? Wait yeah katniss, with a glum look on her face.
"Thresh, dear how many times your name in for... for?"
"The Games?" I offered and she silently nodded the same look on her face.
"Thirty-six" I answered as her face flashed with something, possibly pain or maybe anger. I understood why she would be angry, angry at the Capitol for inflicting this pain upon all of Panem- although the career districts see it as a time to get off and earn even more money for their already wealthy district. I also understood her pain; we are all we have for each other and if one of us dies (or is murdered) we will have no one.
It was usually like this the night before the reaping- silence with the air of sadness. We ate in a depressed silence too until I couldn't bear it so I stood up and said, "I'm going to bed, I want to have enough energy for whatever happens tomorrow." And with that I made my way around our hut of a house to lie down on my bed. That night, as I fell asleep, the only sound I could hear whilst drifting into a mindless sleep was my grandmother's quiet sobs.