Chapter One
Glow Stone
As morning peaks threw the curtains, that's when my mind wakes up. My eyes, feeling heavy and weak flutter open. I am welcomed by the gloomy presence of my bedroom. My bones ache with the sign of life.
As I sit up and a drawn to the bruises on my arms and legs. That's I remember the fight between Glean and I. I didn't see why it was my fault... he started it.
I haul myself off the bed and stand directly in front of my tall mirror. My pyjamas fairly new, nothing fancy. Just a pale blue baggy t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts. My light blond hair flowing down my back and stopping at my waist. In this light my hair looks white almost. I say almost because if it was snow white it would be the same shade as my skin. My eyes in the light look sea blue, just like my mother.
I then look onto my dresser where my clothes lay for today... the reaping. The most horrible start of the games. The fear of being reaped gets higher every year. With me being 15 I have less chance... I hope.
I walk towards the clothing to find a grey dress with a belt on it, purple tights, grey dolly shoes and a white cardigan. My family are fairly rich. They work as a Furrier and own their own workplace and shop. My father does the work and my mother cleans and handled money in the shop. I have a job there, I brush the fur and assist the Capitol customers.
As I get dressed I think about last year's games. Last year was the 65th Hunger Games. The arena last year was amazing... nothing but ice. The Gamemakers really outdid themselves. I have no idea how they can top it this year.
Anyway, I'm now fully dressed and ready to go down stairs... where my mourning parents grieve the loss of my sister they lost five years ago in the games. Her name was Beauty... she was the fours last to die.
After remembering the past I then decide to move myself from my bedroom and go to the kitchen. I amble down the stair and enter into the kitchen.
There in the kitchen is my two smiling at me whilst waiting for me. My mother pulls out a seat from the kitchen table.
"Want breakfast?" she says.