This IS NOT the surprise I have been working on, this is a different thing…
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I lie in my bed, waiting and waiting, the reaping is tomorrow and my name is in at least 50 times.
My mother is asleep, my sister is asleep. But I am not. I can't, no matter how hard I try, I can't.
I lie there, for hours… hours at end. Just waiting, waiting for what? To get chosen? To die?
Yes. I am waiting to die, just waiting…
I realize that if I do get chosen, I will surely never see my family again. There was never a girl victor for district 12, never.
I carefully creep out of my bed, my bedroom, and finally into my hallway. I tiptoe down the hall and into my mother and sister's room. I lie down next to them. This may be one of my last moments with them… ever. I will cherish this, cherish this moment forever. I will remember them, no matter what happens, I will never forget them. I lie there again, not falling asleep. I stay there the whole night.
The next morning begins early. My mother wakes up next to me, she is surprised that I am awake. She wakes my sister on the other side of her. We get up, walk clumsily into the bathroom to bath, then it is time for getting dressed.
After my bath, my hair's still wet. I walk into my room, my mother is waiting for me with... the most beautiful dress I have ever seen, it is black on top, then it is melting into white-a gradient, it has a belt and is long and elegant.
I put it on, slipping in my skinny arms, then my legs. Untucking my long, brown and red hair.
It fits just right. I ask my mom,
"Mom, how did you get this? It looks expensive." She laughs and replies,
"Honey, it was the dress I wore for the reaping when I was your age, don't worry It has been in the family for years!" I look down at my 15-year-old self, wondering how my mom fit into this.
By the time we are finished, My brown hair is curled, with the red highlights falling down beside it, I have black high heels that hurt when I walk, and a choker with three swirls on it, my mother had given it to me when I had gotten sick when I was little, I meant family, it meant however far away you are, we will never forget you, and that is what I plan to do.
We walk outside, people have are gathered for the reaping.
I say goodbye to my friends, everyone I have loved, everyone that may all be gone in a matter of a few weeks.
Effie Trinket, dressed as always walks up onto the stage,
"Welcome, welcome, happy hunger games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" I gag, the odds are never in our favor.
"Well, as usual, ladies first…" Effie looks down, she mixes up the names, she pulls out a neatly folded piece of paper. I hold my breath. Effie breaths out the says in a cheerful tone,
"Sky Jhonson."
I can't breathe.
I slowly walk, step by step up to the stage. I try, I try not to let out a single tear.
I stand next to Effie, she smiles at me, I look down.
Effie mixes up the boy's names, she reaches her hand into the jar, she picks up a name and unfolds it.
"Ferris Wilson" A boy about my age stepped up onto the stage. He looked about how I felt.
We looked at each other for a split second then looked away.
I, Sky Jhonson was in the hunger games.
Ok... cool, well my twin brother made up the boy's name…
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