Ever wondered what happened to Johanna Mason, on her route to becoming a victor? Well this is her story...
"Johanna Mason" the high pitched voice of Senna Linsworth, echoes all around me. The petite lady stands in the centre of the stage, surrounded with big screens. Two glass bowls stand either side. They determine the fates of two people and their family's. The outcome could benefit the district, a year with out starving. A year with full stomach's. But that's down to the fate of the glass bowls. This happens every year. Today is the reaping.
I still can't see anyone moving. Why hasn't the tribute gone to the stage? What's taking her so long? We never win. Its just a waste of time. We come here to see what two children are going to be murdered this year. Whose young pointless life will be sacrificed for the Capitol's entertainment. Just another reminder that the Capitols completely in control. How they control our every move. And that there is nothing we can do about it.
I glance over to where my brother was standing, where's he gone? What is up with everyone today? Can't everything hurry up so I can get out of here? Till I can voice my opinions in the safety of the woods.
Someone pushes me from behind, whats going on. Who are these people? Why are they pushing me? Now I know why no one's approached the stage. The name still echoing around my head belongs to me.
'Johanna!' The desperate cries from my mother now reach me. This can't be happening. It will ruin her. It takes all my strength to not run up to her and explain how somehow everything will be alright. That she doesn't need me. She has Ryan. He's all she needs.
I can see him in the crowd. Looking in his eyes is enough to break me. The tears come streaming down my face now. What does it matter to me. I'm just a girl from district seven. The odds aren't in my favour. So let the tears come. I'm a dead girl walking.
People are staring at me now. The whole district is watching me cry. Something none of them have seen. Not even my mother. Let them think I'm weak. I will prove them wrong. I am Johanna Mason an experienced axemen, well woman. I am not some weak prey. Who says I can't win. I'm strong. Smart. Selfish enough to win. Look at them all. Weak, insensitive, all looking at me like I'm pathetic. All the years of keeping to my self are finally useful. Finally I can use it to my upper hand. The people of Panem already think I'm a weak, sniffling wreck. Well that an what they are going to get. I stand on the stage looking at the ground crying. Clutching my arms to my body.
Senna gracefully walks over to the male reaping ball. As soon as she picks the slip, I know who it is. I hate them. I hate all of them. They have done this on purpose. To destroy me. The only person I would never be able to kill. The name Senna's reading, belongs to my big brother Ryan Mason...