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Stop Trying
We like you
This is a game already won
The time has come
Stop trying
We like you
This is a game already won
The time has come
Stop trying
Stop Trying
By Sia
~Silver~
I sit up it my bed, my heart pounding. Another restless night but this time I have a reason today is the day of the reaping, I don't feel afraid for one reason I'm a career and careers don't fear. I think back to the day I got sent away to training...
I skipped home from school, my braid slapping against my back and a smile stretched a mile across my round, babyish face. I'm four today and I can't wait to get home. To see mother and father. I reach my street with it's little houses lined like dolls houses all pastels and lemon drops. My feet are dancing as they try to avoid the cracks. Finally the door to home appears, all cobalt blue and polished bronze. My fingers fumble as I search for my key and slide it into the keyhole. The door swings open and there my mother and father sit, waiting for me. Neither speak as I walk up to them
"Now, Silver,"Says my father almost coldly "We have your birthday present" I look at him as he holds put a snow white envelope sealed with a blood red eagle made from wax. I take it from him cautiously.
"Open it,"Says my mother ripping the letter from my hands and ripping it open and leaving me with the letter. I unfold it with trembling fingers and stare at the words blurring together the more I read. That is when I realise I'm crying and close to sobbing but I know I shouldn't cry and to chastise me for my efforts I reel back clutching my stinging cheek as my mother stands triumphantly over me.
"This is an opportunity" She corrects "Your bag is packed and the train arrives in an hour" She says emotionlessly. I stand and nod, feeling a numb feeling slowly detaching my fingers and toes working its way up to my heart.
I feel the sunlight on my shoulder blades and turn to face the small window, watching it stream through like golden ribbons. "So hopeful" I mutter moodily and throw my duvet off my legs, wiggling my toes. I realise as I do this for most people today is the worst day of their lives, today is the day they lose brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, sons, daughters, friends and lovers but for me today is the time to prove myself, to show my parents that I will be worthy of the title victor.
I finished training last year when I was fifteen and spent the rest of that year and this year touring the districts, training with their weapons and learning their weaknesses. It really paid off, now I'm able with almost every weapon and especially handy with a trident, I'm not sure why but I took a liking for it in District Four but I'm also pretty good with swords and knifes.
I stand and check the time on my sundial which rests casually on my windowsill. It's 5 a.m and I quickly wash my face and look for something to wear. I'm apparently what people call a 'classic beauty' but personally I never saw it, only in my eyes. They are a mix of azure blues ringed with gold and flecked with honey yet hey have almost an icy glaze to them which reveals my more brutal side.
I sneak down the stairs and look in the large mirror that dominates the hallway. My hair is pinned partly up and the rest hangs like an inky waterfall, flowing down over my shoulders in unruly curls, my dress is blue and simple with cap sleeves and a navy sash tied at my waist. I open the door and walk quickly my feet flying as I break into a run to reach the square.
Marvel
I turn away from the peacekeeper taking blood as I offer my finger, this year is my year to volunteer, I feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins yet I feel slightly vulnerable not because I don't think I can win, I finished training last year and got the highest score in spear throwing by miles since that's my specialty but because I don't know the female tribute set to volunteer.
Glimmer who was my training partner last year (She's super hot and confident but I wouldn't trust her with my life as her training scores left much to be desired of according to our trainers) was meant to volunteer as she's the oldest and most proven girl at our centre but since her training scores were so low someone else got picked which really pissed her off.
Glimmer started ranting about how this year was her last year to volunteer and she needed this but our trainers said it has been six years since District One has had a champion and that this girl had an outstanding training record and honestly from what I've heard about her, she seems to be the one you want on your team. As I contemplated this I walked forward into the crowd of seventeen and eighteen year old boys
"Marvy!" Grinned Sampson as he walked over to me "You all pumped up?" He asked grinning
"Last year, planning to go out with a big bang?" He asked
"Honestly, Sam" I laughed "I don't plan to go out at all" I said with a confident nod
"All talk" He said but then the tributes started to fall silent as Nora Azuli stepped up onto the stage, tottering on huge heels and a aqua blue pencil skirt.
"Welcome, welcome" She said, patting her pasty white curls "To the 74th annual Hunger Games" Nora exclaimed with a flourish "Soon we will announce our tributes but first a short film from the Capitol" She said encouragingly as the film started I noticed her start to mouth the words and as it ended she cried "Oh, don't you just adore that?" She asked and was greeted by silence and cold faces "Well, as it should be ladies first!" and she reached a hand into the glass bowl and drew out a piece of paper, then slowly unfolded it before crying out "Sunny Nevola" but that was swiftly followed by
"I volunteer" which rang out clearly and harshly.
~Silver~
"I volunteer!" I cried, in a slightly shrill voice. It carried around the square, bouncing off buildings and ricocheting of people then step forward confidently, yet noticing sour glares a blonde beauty is shooting at me, if looks could kill I'd be six feet under. I hold my chin high, daring anyone to challenge me as I step forward and rush towards the stage
"Brilliant!" The escort cries "Now, my dear, what is your name?" She questions "Silver," I pause "Silver Praelia" I almost spit at her.
Our escort smiles, regaining her dignity "Now for the boys!" She smiles and flicks a slender hand into the bowl and draws out a name "Michael Aporatio!" She calls and I watch a skinny twelve year old shift his feet for second before I hear the cry I was expecting
"I volunteer!" A tall boy calls from a group of seventeen and eighteen year olds and I turn to look at him as he steps out from the crowd.
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