I breathe. It's a short breath, but it may be my last one. District 13 where I live is rebelling against the capitol. There are screams, and I seem like I am the only girl left alive. I am only 11. My birthday is in the summer, but it is only May. Close enough for some people, but not me. If it had been July I would already be dead. The 12 year olds are dead. All of them not one left. Thank God for my luckiness.
"Carmen, Carmen oh where are you we have to evacuate." I hear my mother cry out. Then she screams. I don't dare look to see what happened, even though I already know.
After about 10 seconds I take another breath, and look around the corner of the wall I am standing behind. I almost start to cry, but then they would find me.
"We have to find this Carmen person." I hear a peacekeeper say.
"Yah she is probably easy enough to kill."
Then my luck ran out. The wall I am standing behind is connected to a building. A pipe on it just fell, and hit the ground. Then the two peacekeepers come running after me.
They don't see my now, but they will. I am the only one who looks decent in this situation. My pigtails are still intact with my brown hair and gray eyes still looking half burnt. Since the whole district is on fire it's not that hard to get burnt. My whit shirt is burnt, and torn at the bottom. It smells of dirt and strange gasses. My red pants are now shorts considering they used to be way to long. My tan skin looks tanner then it should be, but they are just going to have to look like ash until I get out of here.
I start to run and then I hear one say, "I hear footsteps."
I run even faster about to cry is this the end of my life?
"I am guessing you are Carmen."
I turn around. There are the two peacekeepers.