THE HUNGER GAMES: PEETA'S PERSPECTIVE
-all credits to SUZANNE COLLINS :) x
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I wake up from some dream, but as usual, I couldn't remember any part of it. I stand up wobbly and look at the mirror. "It's the reaping today," I think. I blink twice, trying to wake myself up from this sleepy state.
I walk to our bakery, where I have to bake a dozen or two cakes, or bake some bread. I smile at the workers there, then at my family. I see my brothers working already, up so early in the morning. Wait, this is unusual. Oh yeah, it's reaping day. We can't afford to be late later.
"Hey, Peeta! Bake seven loaves of bread, will you?" My mom screamed at me. I just went to my station and started rolling dough. I was feeling pretty nervous as I worked. What if I get picked? But it's a one in a million chance, since my name was just there once. Oh, whatever. There are like thousands of boys left, how could it be me?
After baking those loaves of bread, I went back to the house. I sat on the couch, and stared at the wall. Then I had an idea for my new painting. I decided to paint some flowers, when I heard footsteps. "Oh, they're coming," I think.
I went out and saw them with their smiling faces, unlike how I was awhile ago. I hurried in again to dress up. I had to prepare for the reaping. I looked at myself in the mirror. Breathe in, breathe out. It's okay, Peeta. After that, I didn't worry too much.
We all walked together to the town square, without any words. Only me and my brother are eligible to be picked, since only children from 12-18 are part of it. The ones too young or too old are excluded.
I glance at everyone in the town square. It wasn't even time yet, until after about an hour, but there were thousands of people already there. Some looked worried, some were smiling and laughing. I didn't know what to feel.
Wait, I guess you're wondering already what the reaping's about, right?
Reaping, reaping for the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games. Ugh, even just the thought of it makes me shiver. Oh, that yearly "celebration" - from what the Capitol calls it - to show that the Capitol owns us..and is much more powerful than all of the 12 districts combined.
About 75 years ago..the Dark Days happened. All of the 13 districts helped each other to fight against the Capitol. What happened?
Well, the 13th district was diminished, and left us wounded, hurt, and DEFEATED. Every year, the Capitol has the hunger games, where each district sends 2 tributes - one boy and one girl - to be in it..to kill each other until one is left..the victor, the winner.
The victor receives a house in the Victor's Village, and about a lifetime's supply of food and everything you need. Only one victor from District 12 is still alive..which is Haymitch.
Anyways, I saw Effie arrive. She walks on the stage, all bouncy and excited. I don't know and don't want to know what's so nice about all of this. We're about to pick the names of those people who are about to sacrifice their lives just for entertainment.
Effie says some stuff too fast, so I'm sure nobody really understands her. She's like this every year, we're used to this. Then she walks over to the case with the names of the girls. Got the paper, and opened it dramatically. Then she reads out loud, "Primrose Everdeen."