Sorry, I totally forgot most of the names, so bear with me x].
The next chapter is in Farrell and Trista's point of view, so comment for more!
The Hunger Games Begin-Christmas Edition
I guess you wouldn't know what this is all about, unless you've been through it all with me since day one. As you know, we have a new ruler as the old ones are dead. The people in Panem are losing money. Our economy is slowly departing; slowly, but steadily. There was to be another Hunger Game. I don't know which number this one is, as I've lost my memory of the numbers. So anyways, this Hunger Game is in a Christmas Edition. The arena is decorated in metal ruffles, electrifying lights, and poisonous Christmas trees. The only good thing about this year is that two people can win. But the thing is, my children are eligible to enter this year.
It's the starting ceremony where the lady picks out the name ballots. First, they name all of the other candidates from other districts. I don't care enough to listen anymore. At last, the lady is starting to pick out the ballots from the box. The first boy is Farrell, my son. My only son who is now 15 years old. The first girl is Trista, my girl! MY CHILDREN! I stomp up on stage and rip the ballots in half. It can't be, both of the candidates cannot be my children. Peeta stares in horror as I pin the ballot lady against the back stage wall. "You better choose two different kids or we will have another Hunger Game right here." I told her, menacingly.
Turns out, that is strictly forbidden. Whoever is chosen, are chosen. Now I'm sitting in a jail cell, waiting for my life to be over. Why me? Why did my Prim have to be chosen for a game? Why did I have to win, and become part of the Quarter Quell? Why was I to be the Mockingjay of the rebellion? By now, I feel like there's a curse embedded within me. I only get two see the two of them for 10 minutes, before they stand in that horrifying tube for the first time. I've lost the two most important people in my life. "They'll win darling, it's okay, they'll win." Peeta tries to cope with me. I don't know how to tell him it's not working. After he leaves and they bring my food, I don't bother eating. How can I eat knowing that my children right now are walking through a door ready to meet their death?
I don't know how long it's been, but they finally let me out though my hands must be shackled behind me in case I try to attack one of the guards. They seat me in front of a huge screen and I start screaming. Who the hell would want to sit and see their children kill other innocent people, or even get killed themselves? I watch for one second, and see that Farrell is walking right into a tracker jacker's net. I can't do it. I thrash around and kick in my chair until one of the guards injects some kind of drug into my arm. After that, everything just gets hazy.