A/N: I think I did a good job on this one especially since it's my first First person story. I very sadly don't own the Hunger Games *sniffle* Enjoy !
My daughter, Maya, walks through the streets of the Seam with me to the small shack we call home. She hums a cheery tune and looks around excitedly, as if it was her first time walking these streets, when we have traversed them hundreds of times over the years. What can you expect of five-year-old little girl? Her long brown hair, surrounding he pretty blue eyes, sways as she moves her head. No longer humming, she laughs and giggles, running ahead and all over the street. I sigh and remember her first words, her first steps, her first sweet, little laugh….
She tugs my dress puling me out of my reverie. I hadn't even noticed she came back.
"Mommy," she says in her little singsong voice, "We're here."
I look up and surprisingly see my home. I didn't even notice we were here.
"I guess so dear," I say feeling silly for spacing out enough to not even notice my own home, "I guess so. Well, Maya, are you ready to see Daddy?"
"Daddy's home?" the child exclaims.
"Maya, I've told you six times today you forgetful little thing," I reply, ruffling her hair as I do so.
At that moment a tall man with long brown hair and bangs that cover his beautiful brown eyes steps out of the house, my husband, David. He walks over and scoops Maya into his arms cooing, "And how is my little princess today?"
Maya giggles and then chatters about her morning to her father, him listening intently.
"Good morning Honey," I say after the child is done speaking, also taking the opportunity to plant a kiss on his cheek, "And how was your morning?"
"Fine, Fine," was the only reply I got as he began to tickle Maya, the child letting out a fit of laughter.
We went inside and had our meager breakfast of bread, and then we put Maya in the other room to take a nap.
David then asks with a serious tone, "How was your morning Sasha?"
"As good as it can get when you're signing up for those," was my bitter reply.
You see I was doing something that normal mothers don't usually do.
I was signing up for tessarae.
Our family lives in the Seam so we can barely afford our house and food at the same time, so, still being able to enter into the Hunger Games, I signed up for tessarae as a food source. This is my last year though so I have already found a decent job being a maid for one of the merchant families. Though it doesn't pay much we'll survive.
I'm not even going to try to explain why I have a five-year-old daughter at 18. It's a long story and I don't feel like telling it.
David walks over to me and embraces me, clutching my small body, his brown hair brushing my own. He then holds me at shoulder length, his brown eyes looking into mine, and says what he has for the last six years, every year, the day before the Reaping.
"Promise me you won't get picked," he says, sadness in his voice, "Promise."
"I promise," I whisper back, looking at the door to Maya's room, "I promise"
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