My fists clench as I watch the little girl climb on stage, fear reflecting in her eyes. She looks like she must be only 12. How could they do this? How could the Capitol take sweet, innocent little children and toss them into these murderous Games? Taking one look at her, I know she won't survive the first day. I have seen seen her before, working in the trees. She picks apples, hopping gracefully from tree to tree, like a little animal.
She is always kind to people, always has this little smile, eyes sparkling even after the toughest day in the fields. She is like a little sunshine beam. She reminds me of my little sister, Rose.
"Thresh Evans."
My chest tightens and I don't think I can breath. I just got called for the 74 Hunger Games. I try to appear confidant as I walk on stage, but my face turns expressionless. The little girl looks at me, sizing me up, and her lip trembles. She is scared. Of me. She is scared of me; that I'll kill her.
I give her the smallest and quickest smile I can manage, to tell her that I will not hurt her. She looks almost, relieved.
I swear to protect her. I won't let a single person touch her throughout the Games, much less kill her. She is just like Rose, with the long, dark hair and pretty eyes.
For just a moment, I feel like crying. What if this was Rose, going to the Games? The careers would kill her in a second. She was small and light, looked easy to throw around. No doubt the careers would give the Capitol a good show; murder her savagely.
I swear to protect her.
Yeah, and unfortunetly this doesn't happen :(
Ok, so, I'm still an armature writer. No flames, ok? You can be honest, but please don't be mean :)
