I wake up, it's the reaping day, my name has been in the reaping ball 20 times in. I have been taking care of my family for all this years since I was 7, my mom had someone with since I was a baby, but my father died when I was the age of 5 and my mom went in great depression that her mood always would be shifting to sad and angry. My two older siblings left us two right after my father pass away. When I was 6, my mom re-married to my new step-dad, but instead I call him Steven or Steve. His the nastiest man you would ever meet, he has gotten married 7 times by now, he had also some children and treated them like they were mutts. He tried to hit me in the head once when I tried not obeying him, I run to the woods that surround District 3.
District 3 is the only district so far with a lot of tracker jackers attack. And the Capitol have been keeping most of the fail experiments of new mutts outside here. I started going outside the woods since i was 8. I have always taken the woods as my real home, but this home has made me into a vicious person everyone fears. Everyone in school won't talk to me because they fear I would beat them with a knife or something. Sometimes I wish, that I would go to the Hunger Games. I would like to win the riches and move out of my house so I won't have to see him ever again.
I go to the woods before I get prepare for the reaping where it would take place at the Square. The reaping... for the 54th annual Hunger Games... They say it would be the meanest one so far. I glare to the tree in front of me, it holds a target I put in there, without hesitation, I throw my knife right in to the bulls eye. I keep glaring at the tree, Who in Earth needs muscles, I think to myself. You only need a brain.
When I get home, Steven, is glaring at me. I glare back at him.
"Where have you been?" he walks up to me.
I hide my knife by putting it on the back of my belt. "None of your business, Steven." I hiss at him.
"I hope you get reaped this year and die in the Games. Your mother and I would be celebrating." he smirks at me. He moves his hands to my waist and pulls me slowly to closer to him.
I elbow him in the jaw and kick him in the groin.
He makes a sound that sounds like a scream and a gasp combined, the sound sounds like a pleading for air.
I pace fast away from him and snatch my knife from my belt, I feel his finger tips brushing from my shoulders. I turn around and put the knife besides his neck.
He stares at me with only that hate.
"I hope so, too." I spit at him. I get the knife out of his neck and lock myself in my room.
