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Prologue
Slowly spinning in a circle on my metal plate, I take in my surroundings. Trees. A small pool of water lying right next to the Cornicopia. Of course, just as the Quarter Quell promised, the opening of the famous gold horn is bare, leaving us tributes entirely alone. I nod to Gale, my brother in some ways; most definitely my only true friend. At least- until the reaping. This year, as the 75th Hunger Games began, Gale and I were announced to be the District 12 tributes.
My thoughts then flicker to an image of my sister, Prim. She is silently crying during one of her lessons in school. Nobody comforts her, stands there with her and whispers how everything is going to be okay, no-one strokes her hair as her tears slip down her face, like i would. But everyone stares at her, with sorrow in their eyes. Her classmates take pity on her: the broken record. Everyone but Prim has already accepted my death.
Another image flashes into my mind, one of Gale's family. With Gale not likely to be able to supply them with food ever again, they are slowly starving. I see his younger sister clutching her stomach; Gale's mom looking as pale as a ghost. But still, she must support her dying family to the best of her ability, so she must venture outside into hell itself. District 12.
I blink and my mind races back to the present. My eyes meet Gale's for a second, and for just that one moment I can feel his emotions welling inside of me. His eyes radiate terror, yet his body shows confidence. Which, I guess is a good thing here. "You'll never get any sponsors if you're a wreck, Katniss!" The words from Haymitch repeat again and again in my head. I am the girl who was on fire. And I will win the 75th Hunger Games.
And with that: The gong sounds and the noise rings in my ears…
Ohhhhh...the suspense. Want to see what happens now? Well, review if you must.
Megs