I remember it like the day of yesterday. They were standing in one line, side by side. My mother smiled at me I waved back knowing this was the last time.

"I love you!" I mimicked whit my lips. She winked and my dad smiled.

"We love you too!" Their lips mimicked.

Mister 'Please-Call-Me-Uncle' and Missis 'Please-Call-Me-Auntie' stood next to them. The proud eyes of Missis 'Please-Call-Me-Auntie' watched over the crowd. The crowd was silent but restless. Someone was reading something important, but I didn't hear it. I was only looking at my beloved ones, standing on the platform. Hands tied at their back. I knew what was happening, I already had said farewells. About halve a year ago I went to a foster family. But still… One single tear rolled down my cheek. Suddenly my mom looked up to the sky and shouted:

'I LOVE MY COUNTRY!'

'AND I'M WILLING TO DY FOR IT!' My ead fell in.

'EVEN IF IHAD TO LEAVE MY BELOVED ONES BEHIND!' Al the people shouted the last line. Proud their head held high. Whit the last word I heard the gunshot. Almost in slow-motion I saw my Dad and Mom fall.

I was at the age of ten back then.

It took the five years to make it. Five whole years to make every single game rule until the whole game was set. Last year was the first game. The first massacre. The first winner. The first kills.

The first HUNGERGAMES…

Now I'm at the age of seventeen and the second Hungergames are about to start. We have to wait for one week before the tributes will be chosen.

My laugh echoed through the street. Whit my arms full of apples I was running down the street. In my rush one of the apples flew off.

'HEY! STOP THAT KID. STOP HER SHE STOLE MY APPLES.' The peacemaker screamed at me. People stopped walking and looked at me whit shocked faces. I laughed even harder.

'STOP HER! HOLD THAT THIEF.'

I turned around and stuck out my tongue.

'NA-NA-NA! YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME!' I shouted back. I turned back around. The peacekeeper took of his gun and pointed.

'Wôh, it's getting serious.' Hopping on one leg I slowed down a bit en sneaked into an ally. While running I put the apples in my hood and jumped on a little stand next to a house. I climbed on the roof and watched the peacekeepers running below me.

'Shit! She got away again.' One of them said.

I tried not to laugh. Haha, stupid's.

I leaned back against the slanted roof and grabbed an apple. While eating it I watched over the roofs, the sun was setting and the dust on the roofs sparkled. I lived in district 12 but I was born in district 13. We had survived the bombardment on the district but at the and my parents were caught. I still feel the pain in my heart when I think of it.

A sudden voice from below surprised me.

'Avalon! There you are, people are al talking about you in town.'

I looked down. It was my foster mom.

'Ah, mom.' I jumped down the roof. 'Want an apple?'

'Did you steel again?'

'Only from the peacekeepers.' I smirked. She slapped the back of my head. Bur I saw her smiling. 'Come on, let's go home.'

My name is Avalon Daisan. I'm now seventeen years old. My hair had an chestnut brown color and reaches my back. Most of the time it's in a ponytail. I've got green eyes and a lot of freckles. My hobbies are stealing (I know a bad habit), walking, reading and watching the roofs at sunset. My purpose in life? Hehe, irritating, bullying and to sabotage the peacemakers. But above all: to never forget where my parents died for.