The Angel of Eleven

{I DON'T OWN THE HUNGER GAMES!}

RUE'S P.O.V

When I wake up on the Reaping day, a wave of despair and fear overwhelms me. I've been entered for a tesserae, which means I've been entered twice. But my family doesn't care. Sure, they care about me, but it's only two slips in two thousand. Maybe I shouldn't be worried either.

I push my thin covers of my bed gently, hoping not to awaken my 7yr old sister beside me. I tiptoe silently over the other 4, making my way to the kitchen.

"Morning, little flower." My mother said sweetly. Her weary expression made me feel sorry for her, taking care of six children without the love of her life.

"Morning, Mom." I reply, giving a weak smile. She slices the loaf of old bread we have into small pieces, so not to waste any when winter comes.

I decide to leave Mom alone, walking over to Dad's shrine. He was killed in the mini uprising by Peacekeepers. I put my hands together and pray. Pray to whoever's watching over Daddy right now. I kiss his picture and go to my room where I can get changed. A small purple dress with simple red shoes are put on my bed. I suspect my mother exchanged with one of our neighbours for this, and I feel guilty because of it.

My mother ushers me to the Reaping, making sure that my little sisters are as far behind as possible. Since this is my first reaping, Mom tells me what I need to do.

I go into the girls spot, crowded by taller people. I stand on my tip-toes and my hands extend. Some older teens say I look like a bird, ready to take flight. Sometimes I wish I was, so I could fly away with my family, including my dad, and fly away from District 11. Panem, even.

The lady from the Capitol, Vera Astrella, and the mentor, Chaff Northdart were already on-stage. They continued to talk about the Dark Days and the Uprising and how generous the Capitol was, etc.,etc. I peek out on the side, since I can't see.

"Now, for the gentlemen of District 11, the lucky boy who is the new tribute for the 74th Hunger Games is..." She slips her arm into the round glass ball and takes out the name. "Thresh Zelphur!"

There's a small pause till a muscular, tall 18 year old boy walks up. His expression is solemn and unemotional. But in his eyes, you can see his despair. If I do get chosen, I know I wouldn't stand a chance against him. "Now for the wonderful ladies!"

She puts her arm in the other bowl and picks up a name. "Rue Littlewing!"

I gasp and the girl next to me puts an arm around me. I realize it's my friend's big sister, Lydia. "Go, Rue."

Thresh looks at me, shocked, then smiles at me. I stand next to him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the new tributes for District 11 in the 74th Hunger Games, Thresh Zelphur and Rue Littlewing!"