I don't own anything. "The Hunger Games" is Suzanne Collins's production and invention.
PROLOGUE
Andrew! Andrew come back here! when we're about to reach the square, my brother tries to sneak into some shops, as usual; he was just 11 years old, and he got shocked by the last Reaping, in which a man was killed with bare hands just for having made as if to leave before the event finished. Since then District six's square became a taboo for Andrew. He doesn't almost set a foot in it to plauy with other children who run about with the "railways" , three wheels little handcart for carrying little objects. My mother and I tried not to force him or condition him, but today the announcement of president Snow about the Quarter Quell will take place. The Quarter Quell, or so they call it, as if they didn't have nothing to di with that, as if those people died in foreign wars, actually they died in vain, but no one is brave enough to say this aloud. Snow passes it off as a holy event, but it's just the umpteenth chance he has to torment the Districts people.
Obviously the announcemt must be seen by everyone and the ones who don't have means at their disposal, they must go the square, It's essential to have Andrew there, he has to be always next to me, so I can keep an eye on him. Amoung the Districts, there's someone who feels the Quarter Quell more and who is, in general, naturally related to the Hunger Games. District one and two are born with the crossbow in their hands, of course, but not just them. Here, on the other hans, we have never won the Games. Ours is not a sector inclined to activieties that could reveal to be helpful in the arena. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta, for example, came from a District in which haunting was essential to provide for themselves. Poverty sharpens our wits and the art of surviving.
I can see my mom popping out of the crowd with Andrew walking along with her so I heave a sigh of relief. Just in time. Tramphet, our "Effy Trinket " gets prepared for the ad, and without beating about the bush, she lets the video begin. Snow rattles of the same introduction about the importance of Capitol City, and about the necessary cooperation between Districts for a common purpose, the general well-being, a purpose achieved only in Capitol, but actually nobody seems to care about this. His speech focuses on Quarter Quells and on foolish things about the honour of being a tribute and represent his own District.
I start to raise my eyes to the sky and to grumble, this introduction has never changed over the years, I can almost see the same yellowish card corroded by time, where the same stupid things are written down. But when the card disappears, you really begin to feel worried, 'cause Snow is about to give the ad on the particular rules of this year's hunger Games. Looks get concerned, you can feel a smooth anxiety followed by some mumbles, which is immeadiately interrupted by Trimphet, with her large pink hat skipping in front of her face, where the hell do her stylists come from? Chocolate Factory? I immediately refer this to Andrew to ease his tension, and he sneers.
".. in occasion of the Quarter Quell, for the 75th Hunger Games.. "
Why the hell does he pause for such a long time? Let's just get to the point, no?
He clears his throat.
".. for this year's Hunger Games , the tributes, male and female, will be reaped among alive victors " as soon as he stops, crowd almost faint in happiness and relief, but Snow's not done yet, and in barely two seconds he literally suffocates the murmurs
".. just in case some District has never had a winner or if those winner were dead by now, the tributes will be regularly reaped between people, tomorrow."
All our faces are covered up with the same empty and distressed look, and the clear awarness that two of us will not only have to go through the Hunger Games, but also face the best fighters of the Victors' Village.
Andrew! Andrew come back here! when we're about to reach the square, my brother tries to sneak into some shops, as usual; he was just 11 years old, and he got shocked by the last Reaping, in which a man was killed with bare hands just for having made as if to leave before the event finished. Since then District six's square became a taboo for Andrew. He doesn't almost set a foot in it to plauy with other children who run about with the "railways" , three wheels little handcart for carrying little objects. My mother and I tried not to force him or condition him, but today the announcement of president Snow about the Quarter Quell will take place. The Quarter Quell, or so they call it, as if they didn't have nothing to di with that, as if those people died in foreign wars, actually they died in vain, but no one is brave enough to say this aloud. Snow passes it off as a holy event, but it's just the umpteenth chance he has to torment the Districts people.
Obviously the announcemt must be seen by everyone and the ones who don't have means at their disposal, they must go the square, It's essential to have Andrew there, he has to be always next to me, so I can keep an eye on him. Amoung the Districts, there's someone who feels the Quarter Quell more and who is, in general, naturally related to the Hunger Games. District one and two are born with the crossbow in their hands, of course, but not just them. Here, on the other hans, we have never won the Games. Ours is not a sector inclined to activieties that could reveal to be helpful in the arena. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta, for example, came from a District in which haunting was essential to provide for themselves. Poverty sharpens our wits and the art of surviving.
I can see my mom popping out of the crowd with Andrew walking along with her so I heave a sigh of relief. Just in time. Tramphet, our "Effy Trinket " gets prepared for the ad, and without beating about the bush, she lets the video begin. Snow rattles of the same introduction about the importance of Capitol City, and about the necessary cooperation between Districts for a common purpose, the general well-being, a purpose achieved only in Capitol, but actually nobody seems to care about this. His speech focuses on Quarter Quells and on foolish things about the honour of being a tribute and represent his own District.
I start to raise my eyes to the sky and to grumble, this introduction has never changed over the years, I can almost see the same yellowish card corroded by time, where the same stupid things are written down. But when the card disappears, you really begin to feel worried, 'cause Snow is about to give the ad on the particular rules of this year's hunger Games. Looks get concerned, you can feel a smooth anxiety followed by some mumbles, which is immeadiately interrupted by Trimphet, with her large pink hat skipping in front of her face, where the hell do her stylists come from? Chocolate Factory? I immediately refer this to Andrew to ease his tension, and he sneers.
".. in occasion of the Quarter Quell, for the 75th Hunger Games.. "
Why the hell does he pause for such a long time? Let's just get to the point, no?
He clears his throat.
".. for this year's Hunger Games , the tributes, male and female, will be reaped among alive victors " as soon as he stops, crowd almost faint in happiness and relief, but Snow's not done yet, and in barely two seconds he literally suffocates the murmurs
".. just in case some District has never had a winner or if those winner were dead by now, the tributes will be regularly reaped between people, tomorrow."
All our faces are covered up with the same empty and distressed look, and the clear awarness that two of us will not only have to go through the Hunger Games, but also face the best fighters of the Victors' Village.
AUTHOR'S CORNER
this is just the prologue, I hope you like it!:D