A/N hey readers this is not a story just something I came up with and would like your opinion on whether or not it is good. Let me know what you think
LilKaari
My Parents are smiling and swinging me in between them, I am laughing. Five year old me is laughing unaware of the trouble that would come in the next years. My dad, Wallace, Swings me into his arms and gives me a kiss on my forehead. My mom Suzanna laughs and joins us. The scene changes, I am now eight it's the middle of the night, my mom bursts into the room, and pulls me out of bed.
"Run, Sophia, Run into the woods. Don't look back just run" her voice scares me and I begin to cry but do as I was told and run. I look back and the house is surrounded by peacekeepers, they are shooting my home and my parents.
I wake with a start. Sitting in the same tree I did when I was eight, I have essentially lived in this tree since I was eight. This is home. I have a small set up, a hammock to sleep in and another piece of cloth to hold food and a few other small items I have stolen over the years. My name is Sophia Rose Mayfield, I am seventeen years old my parents were shot by peacekeepers when I was eight, I still don't know why. I have lived in this tree for almost ten years. I don't speak to anyone. I steal and lie to get things I need.
Today is reaping day. I have made it till now without being reaped. I hope I make it at least two more years. Sighing I pull myself onto the nearest branch and start pulling my hair into its usual side bun that rests above my right ear. I pull a small stale piece of bread from my food pile and munch on it. It's easy for me to steal. I am only 5 feet tall, that is short in district seven. I have blonde hair that goes down to my waist, and grey eyes, I got from my dad. being alone in the world I've taught myself whatever I think I need to know. I have stolen books and learned to read. I learned to hunt small animals to feed myself and how to steal and lie well enough to get what I need that I cannot make or hunt.
The bells ring out. Reaping time. It does not seem like it has been that long. I swing down from the tree I was currently in. and make my way to the square. I see families holding each other close as they walk to the square. A pang of jealousy shots through me. Before I know it it's my turn, I hold out my hand and they prick it.
"Sophia Rose Mayfield" the peacekeeper says " seventeen" I am shoved to the seventeen year old girls section. I stand quitly next to girls I don't know and some I vaguely remember from before my parents died. We all have sullum faces.
The mayor comes up and begins is speech on the districts. I look to all the victors sitting there on the stage, they don't look happy. I see our ridiculous escort standing behind the mayor. He takes a seat and our escort, never bothered to learn her name, comes up. She talks about the glory of the capitol bringing us all together after the rebellion, and then about the games. I ignore most of it.
"and now as always Ladies first." She walks over to a bowl and pulls out a small piece of paper then walks back to her place. "the female tribute for district Seven is" a pause, "Sophia Rose Mayfield" my eyes jerk up to the stage. That is me. I have been reaped. I slowly move to the stage. I should have known this was going to happen. I walked up the stairs and stood next to the escort. She moved on to the male tribute but I didn't bother listening.
We were moved into the justice building. Nobody came to say goodbye to me. Not that I expected them to, I don't know anybody, I have no family. We are shuffled to the train. I sit in my seat next to the boy. I ignore the mentors and escort. We eat a meal and then are shown to our different sleeping cars. When I wake I walk back to the car with the food. The male is already there, as are the mentors.
"So Sophia, what do you do" one says looking at me as I sit down. I don't answer, just begin to eat my food.
"Sophia we want to help you" another says. I look at them and glare.
"I have no family nor friends I have lived in the trees for nine years. You figure out how I have lived for that long on my own." I snapped and looked back at my plate. No one said anything else. The rest of the trip I listened to the mentors talk about strategy and what we could do. I didn't say anything else.