Gemerald's story, the tribute from district one, 11th Hunger Games
I woke up abnormally early, it was still dark, but the sun was overlooking the hills that lay out my window. It was dark enough to not be able to see my sister, but light enough I could make out the silhouette of my mother. I laid in bed for another hour before I decide to get up. By the time I was up the light was much better, I could now see their faces. My younger sister, only twelve. I was surprised she hadn't woken up screaming, I did on the first day of my reaping, but I suppose I took a whole two hours to hush her to bed. I decided as I was up and not getting back to sleep I may as well eat. I crept to the cupboard trying my hardest not to awaken Dazzle, but she woke up and fidgeted around for a while, disturbed by my movement, but rolled over and snuggled back down. Relieved, I opened the cupboard door and retrieved a small piece of our homemade bread. We are much more fortunate than some of the others in district one. We can afford things others can't. I sat down and piece by piece slowly tarred of small pieces of the bread. By the time I had finished my mother came to my side and said,
"You alright darling, bad dreams about the reaping" she spoke in her normal soft voice.
"No" I tried to reply in a confident voice, but inside I was scared out my mind.
A little later on Dazzle woke up. She seemed startled that we were already up. She was more than likely petrified about the reaping, after all it was at 2:00pm and that time would soon come round.
Another couple of hours passed before she started to become worried. It was now only an hour away. Mother decided to tell us our clothes were ready, to try and disturb the deadly silence. But I think that just made it worse for her, realising he would soon be in the city circle waiting to find out who will be reaped.
I try not to think about being reaped. After all my names only been entered six times, because I am seventeen and never taken tesserae. Neither has Dazzle as it's her first year.
I am not like most seventeen year old girl, I am more gentle and caring, whereas some of them are monstrous beasts who are happy to kill anyone. I'm not like that, and not changing to suit the Capitols game. Alliances may work, but that's only because they would help me! Wait, I'm getting too caught up on this, I've not even been reaped, and there are so many other girls with their names in a lot more times than me. After all it's not me I'm worried for, it's Flint I'm more scared for. He lives in the poorer part of town; we met when we were just six. He has his name in thirty-two times; he had to, to keep his family alive. Now I'm worried, not for me or Dazzle but Flint.
