Disclaimer: The hunger games is not mine!

This is the first attempt at writing a story in a couple of years. Please don't judge on how much I sidetrack from the actual story xD and also don't judge my grammar. I'm also not that educated in how to run a farm. District 10 hasn't been said on how it works yet, so I had to make it up, sorry again.

It was a normal day in District 10 when my mother died.

My father and brother were rounding up the cattle, my sister was collecting the eggs from the chickens and I was grooming the horses.

My mother, Lilith had made a deal with the Friedga Family, a well known family that takes care of horses and trains the horses for the Capitol; The mother city of Panem. The Friedga's had asked my mum if she could tame a out of control horse, they had just got from the Capitol to train. My mother used to be part of the wealthiest stable home before she found my father. She's a natural with horses. So of course they wanted my mum to see if she could tame the horse, if they couldn't.

The horse was Arabian horse with a plain but rich brown coat. My family used to own some of them; My family particularly rushed to sell our Arabian horses after she died.

My mother obviously fell in love with the horse as soon as she came into her sights. I could tell by her unusual sparkle in her eyes when she approached the horse. I can't ever forget her eyes, the eyes of someone who adores and loves the beautiful creatures, the eyes that were always kind and forgiving whenever I pushed my little sister into a revolting pile of cow pat, and the eyes, me and my siblings loved more than anything; And I can never forget them when the life left from them.

I remember coming out of the stables after grooming the last horse, sitting on the fence to watch my mother tame the crazy horse, and seeing her finally be able to get on the horse.

She looked at me when she did, she looked like she had just completed her life accomplishment and she was still looking at me when the horse suddenly threw her off. Maybe if I hadn't been too absorbed in being happy for her, I could've warned her that the horses legs were getting ready to throw her off. Usually she would've been prepared to be thrown off but she was so sure that she had the horse tamed.

She was thrown back, landing at the top of her back where the neck meets the back, in the middle of the shoulder blades. She had skitted a little. The pain in her face from the distance I was from, was evident.

I ran and ran as fast as my undeveloped legs could take me, to her. The horse had been too occupied to get out of the contained area to care for me.

I screamed for my mum as a ran. This had alerted my father.

In my six year old mind, I knew for a fact that my mother was injured but I didn't know how bad it was. I repeated her name a few times before I got a response. It had reminded me of when I used to sneak into hers and my fathers bed at night and wake her up to see if could get in. I surprised her, her eyes looked like they were tired; half asleep. I didn't realise then it was because of how much pain she was in. I didn't know if she moved her body, her spine would break. I didn't even know the internal bleeding that had came from the throw, this insured she was dead even if we worked around her spine.

Somehow she moved her head though, I asked her if she was alright. she smiled at me, like everything was alright.

My father arrived then, he was shouting my name. He had looked confused, but when he saw my mother on the ground, his face turned instantly to fear. He started calling my mothers name, first it was loud but as he jumped over the fence and ran closer, it turned into whispers.

I remember him asking what happened, my mother just smiled. She knew she was dead, and just as I saw relief cross my fathers face and he slightly move his arms under her to lift her up. There was this unforgettable crack.

My brother and sister had just arrived when they saw my fathers petrified face. I was frozen as well, I was confused and I had no idea what happened.

One moment my mother was smiling the next her face had lost its glow.

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None of them had realised that the horse had escaped.