It was a sunny day in District 4, everything was calm and beautiful as the birds rested on the trees, as the little boys went out and played in the water, and men and women off in the water to collect food. It all was perfect until that evening, as dusk swarm in for the night the capitol made their punishment for the rebellion that finished last week. When the news got out, I wanted to start a rebellion all over again.
I lied awake all night as President Snow's words repeated in my head over and over again, "As a punishment to all the rebels who thought they could over power us, this is where they got everyone. I have created the Hunger Games. In these games each district will have to send one boy and one girl to come to the Capitol. Here, they will have one week to train and practice to fight. Then we shall put them in an unknown arena where they shall fight until one survives death and is crowned the victor. The age group for the children is twelve to eighteen. After that they will no longer have to face what we call the "reaping". This is a mandatory to watch unless you are a child at school or a parent at work. Good night, the first reaping is in a week. Tomorrow your mayor will give you the details. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor." It was almost impossible to sleep until one thought came into my brain that allowed me to sleep comfortably. The imagination of me punching Snow over and over again.
"FARAH! GET UP RIGHT NOW OR THE PEACEKEEPERS WILL PUT YOU IN PRISON!" God she has to be the most annoying, overprotective, amazing cook mom ever. See I tell myself, I can be nice to her. As I walk out I see my crazy little sister, Diana, god what is the matter with her. Why did she end up as the weird, social, and fun type while I was the calm, mean-to-guys, straightforward type with one friend, Sofia?
"Come on Farah, I heard that every year, after twelve, your name gets put into the jar one more time. Do you know what that means? You have a worse chance of getting in then I do," She said. I could see the tears coming from her eyes. God, why does my family worry about me so much, even my younger sister is scared for me, but if what she says is true than I guess she has the right to be crying. After all I'm sixteen and she's only twelve so my names in there four times while hers is just once. To make it worse most of the kids in 4 are around Diana's age and she has so many friends. One of them is probably going to get picked.
"DIANA, FARAH, HURRY UP ALREADY OR YOU WON'T GET BREAKFAST" our mother yelled.
"I'll race you down" Diana said.
"You're on." I replied. With that we ran to the kitchen and being with my sister like that reminded me that the Capitol can't steal the happy times and memories with my family.