Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.
I lean up against the side of my house. I really don't want to go to the reaping. I never like reapings but this year I have an especially bad feeling. I'm Kelly, I am 16 years old and I live in District 11. 1:30 p.m.. I got to get ready. I put my long brown wavy hair in a bun. Well, my mom does. I hate people messing with my hair, but 1 day won't kill me… but the Games will if I go.
"Okay, go put on your dress, and come back out here." My mom says. I slowly turn and walk over to my bedroom. In my closet is a knee length dark purple dress. I put it on and go back out to my mom. "Why do we have to dress up? I mean, like, really, it's only going to pick two names out of a bowl. "Kelly, just work with me, go to Averill's house, her mom said she could take you over." My mom says with no expression, or motion for that matter.
I don't listen to a word anyone says until the actual pulling of names. "Boys, the luck one who will be going is…" , Viktor slowly reaches his hand and pulls out a name, "Bryce Walker!" Bryce walk up to the stage. It's obvious he's scared. His eyes show it, he's shaking, and sweating now. I can't help but feel bad.
"For the girls, Rue West." I see this little girl, I know it's her first year. Before I know what I'm doing I yell out… "I volunteer as tribute!" "My, my this is very exciting!" says Viktor. "You two, shake hands." Bryce and I reach over and do as told.
The train is ginormous. It has a bunch of rooms, tables, couches, and other things. I was shocked. Bryce and I glanced at each other, we were both in awe. In 11, nothing was nearly as nice as this train!
"Here are your rooms. Stay in here until I find your mentor. He's around here somewhere." Viktor says, obviously thinking about where our mentor could be. "Ray…get your sorry butt in here!" Viktor calls. In walks this big, bulky man. "What do you wa- oh, hi kids." He says, I can tell he's tired. "Okay, so what do you got, as in skills?" he asks.
"I've got nothing, at all." He says. Oh man... he might as well be considered dead already. "Okay and um…." "Kelly." I say, cutting him off. "Alright, Kelly, what've you got?" he asks. Well…I have to do so many things in 11. This should be easy. "I can cook, hunt, throw knives, I'm not bad at archery, I can see really well, I'm stealthy, I can use a sword, and I can climb trees. Questions?" I say. "Yeah, one. How on EARTH do you know how to do all that?" Ray asks. "I live in 11." With that, I get up and head to my room. I do the one thing that always make me feel better. Sing.
It's been a big, bad day
It's been a long, hard run
But I can't give up, or give in
No one can get inside my head
I can't learn to live or love
Not when life's been taken from me fast
I can't do a single thing
Or cry a single tear
Till I'm back home again
When I'm this far from home
When I'm this close to death
When I can't do anything, to make me feel good again
I know I'm not…alone
'Cause I know wherever I am, you're right there
To guide me
I sat there, and finally put on pajamas and climbed in bed. There was a knock on my door. "In." I say. And in walks Ray. "I heard you singing…use that during you're interviews, and you're sure to get sponsors." He says, and leaves. I finally, after a long day, fall asleep.
