YAY ANOTHER STORY WOOOOOOOO! I don't own The Hunger Games :( , Suzanne Collins does. I hope you like my writing/story/fanfiction/unicorn/whatever this is :)
I watched a small child play with a bright red balloon today. I heard it squeak as he caught it in his hands, pulling on the string. It reminded me of my little sister. I never got to meet her but when my mother was in labour I bought her a red balloon to welcome her home. She was premature and she didn't make it through the night. My mother was devasated. She didn't leave the house for weeks. She named her Sky because apparently her eyes were as bright and as blue. I used to curl up to my mother, and she would run her finger through my hair and say 'What am i going to do Lizzie?'. My name is Elizabeth but there has not been a day gone by when my mother has not called me Lizzie. It's just me and mum in the house now. Dad left us here. He left us here alone. He couldn't face us after Sky died. Blamed himself for not getting the money. So he left. We got the visit the next day. The visit to tell us that he had been found dead in a riverbank. He had been walking along a lonely street when he had been mugged. But enough about that. I was walking from school, on my way to work when i saw the boy with the balloon. You don't see many here. Only on special occasions. It had cost me a whole weeks wages to buy a balloon for Sky. I earned it back fast. I am a good and fast worker. I help plant and harvest the crops. We live in District Eleven. The harshest district apparently. The day I saw the boy with the balloon was the day before the reaping. This is my third year of being entered. My mother only lets me take one tesserae a year and we only use it when we desprately need to. This year, my name, Elizabeth Samuels, will be entered into the reaping ball four times. The odds may be in myy favour. I don't know what my mother would do if I was reaped. We are each others everything. I would hate for my mother to be forced to watch me die.
Reaping day. My mother has put my long black hair into two neat plaits and she picked out a sea green dress and white knee high socks for me. I walked to the town square holding mum's hand. When I have to go and sign in, my mother is reluctant to let my hand go. I hug her. I reassure her that I will be fine, that I will not be reaped, that it will be someone else and that we will go home tonight and have that groosling that we have been saving. She lets me go and she whispers 'I love you' in my ear. I tell her that she needs to stop thinking the worst. I go and sign in and join the rest of the fourteen year old girls. Then the Capitol representitive, Angelina Sparks gets up on the stage, dressed in the most rediculous outfit of pumpkin orange, and introduces the video that we watch every year. After the video finishes she goes back upto the microphone and says 'Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be EVER in YOUR favour.' before saying ' Let's do the ladies first!' They have no idea how silly their accents sound to the rest of us. She makes her way over to the girls reaping ball and the place is silent. Her hand hovers in the top of the glass ball for a moment before she dives it in and pulls up a slip of paper. She holds it up by her head as she walks back to the microphone. She fumbles with it for a second and then reads the name out loudly and clearly. Everyone holds their breath and the parents at the side are usually thinking the worst at this point. Angelina announces the girl. She said one word, one word and I felt like I was going to melt. The first name she said was 'ELIZABETH...' I glanced over at my mother who had started weeping hysterically and she could see the horror on my face as the second name was read out. 'SAMUELS! Elizabeth Samuels!' Angelina Sparks' boomed across the town centre. Our worst fears had been realised. Everyone stared at me, willing me to step forward. They parted like the red sea as I took shaky footsteps to the edge of the row. I was surrounded by Peacekeepers the second I stepped out of my row. They marched me forward and up onto the stage. Angelina gestured me forward as I wobbled up the steps to the stage. I saw a red balloon bobbing up and down in the distance as Angelina asked for volenteers. The place was silent. Not even the Mockingjays were singing. I was now a tribute. Angelina half hopped, half walked over to the boys reaping ball. I couldn't take my eyes off of my mother, wondering what would happen to her when I was gone. I came out of my daze just in time to hear Angelina read out the boys name. ' DAMIAN WELLART! Damian Wellart!'
OOHHHHHH CLIFFHANGER! I hope you liked this story. There are more chapters to come so yay for that :D. Please review if you like. Thanks. :D. and yes i do like smiley faces XD