This is a piece I had to do for an English speaking-and-listening assessment so I thought I should put it in here. I hope you like it and please read and review. Thanks.
A Monologue of My Life
Am I worthless? When my children needed me, I switched off. I left them alone, parentless. Katniss turned to hunting to feed us and still I did nothing but sit there. I was supposed to be a source of support for them. Prim was eight and Katniss only twelve and she had to step up to take the mother role.
Just as I felt like I was getting better, the Reaping occurred, the reaping that changed my life and the life of my family forever. Prim was then twelve and her name had only been in the bowl once but still I had to watch as the ridiculous Effie woman called 'Primrose Everdeen' and my little girl walked with trembling knees to the podium. I knew what would come next, the selfless voice that would call 'I volunteer as tribute' but it didn't make it any easier when Katniss had to stand at the front, knowing that her death was imminent. She had to take up hunting to feed Prim and now she was going to die for her too. There was one in a thousand chance of her winning but she would try her best, I knew she would but would it be good enough?
I felt like I had when I had first received the news of my husband's death. One…one in twenty four tributes returned. What were the odds of it being her? And it would just be me and Prim, slowly starving to death as I neither knew how to hunt or how to cook. I couldn't earn money because we lived in the seam and Prim had her whole life ahead of her, a life that may be switched off as easily as you change a light bulb. Katniss had a better chance of winning but if she didn't return what would I do?
We would be alone in an unfriendly world.