Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. If I did...certain people wouldn't have died in book 1, 2, or 3. (there a disclaimer with no spoilers.)
For Prim
I fiddle with the remote that changed what I saw through the window until a vision of home came up. Not district twelve but the forest outside the electric fence. I stood up and walked toward the vision. It looked so real as if I could just reach out and touch...it.
How is it possible? I don't know but I could feel the bark of the tree on my fingertips. Suddenly I had my fathers leather jacket on and my bow and quiver full of arrows. Gale stepped from behind a tree and raised his finger to his lips to signal me to be silent. He turned his head and I followed his gaze. A good sized stag. I'd have to remove the antlers or there would be no way I could drag it back to the Hob. Oh the feast we could have with so much meat. Prim would be so...Prim...
you can win her voice echoed through my mind.
I promise ill try I had told her. Just then Prim stepped from behind the same tree as Gale had and I was pulled back to reality. I fumble with the remote hurriedly trying to get rid of the vision, the memory, the loss of faith and hope, the despair hit me hard constricting me. NO! No, I have to stay strong. I have to try...for Prim.
Just saw the Hunger Games. Amazing job on the movie but I still don't like the story. I don't like young people dying much less killing each other. Any who this is a scene in the movie that grabbed my attention.