Hi, this is my first story! I hope you like it please R&R!
Before the Reaping-District 11, Rue
I wash up, put my pjs on and crawl into bed. I shut my eyes trying to sleep but, I can't. There is one thing that has been haunting me and that one thing is the reaping for the hunger games. I forgot to mention, the hunger games is the fight to the death. I don't understand it. Why? It's completely pointless! Do the capitol citizens enjoy watching other children getting killed while theirs people at home, watching and laughing? I have been watching it since my birth. It's scary especially when it happens to be someone close to you. I can just think of myself in the arena with careers surrounding me, their weapons pointing straight at me. I toss and turn, still getting no sleep. I look at my sister. What if I get picked to be in the hunger games? My family will be terrified and so will I. Everyone else in the hunger games is usually 15, 16, 17 and 18. What chance do I have if I'm picked? What if I'm the only 12 year old? I still toss and turn thinking of the terrifying hunger games. It's my first year with my name in the pooling. My name in the bowl I'm not sure how many times but it scares me. I start to breath heavily and toss and quiver. I keep thinking about what would happen if I got picked! What do I do! I sit up in my bed crying loud. My dad comes in with a candle in his hand.
"Rue, what's wrong? Are you ok?"
"Dad" I say, "What if it's me? What do I do? I'm scared!"
"We just have to pray" he says "Stay strong. Now get some sleep."
"Ok" I reply. My father leaves and blows out the candle. I'm still sitting up with my brothers and sisters crying, staring at me. Are they thinking about me in the hunger game? I don't want them to be scared and nervous like me. I lay down shut my eyes and fall asleep. Not waking up till the reaping day. I say to myself,
"May the odds be ever in my favor", along with a quick prayer