"Welcome!" exclaims a dark haired man with the same grey eyes like my mother. I peer down and see Jarvis, my younger brother gazing up at the small screen in my familys den, mesmorized. "Do you see it?" he snaps his head back at me, "those eyes, they're just like moms." Yes, i nod my head in agreement "do you know him?" he gets up and sits on the small velvet loveseat next to me. I dont awnser, because im not sure if i do. i get up and walk away into my fathers office. its huge, mahogony flooring, olive green walls with the smell of fresh paint and hardwork still lingering. "Dad, can you come here for a minute; I want to ask you somthing." he darts his eyes at me with a scared expression in them, as if i startled the man who has been through hell. he nods and follows me into the den, i point at the television screen and i look at him. he looks shocked, like hes just seen a ghost. he swiftly walks away, and into the kitchen to grab my mother.
i hear him faintly wisper "You've got to see this." they walk back into the den and my father points at the screen. "can you guess who that is, katniss" she shuts her eyes trying to forget what she has seen. "gale" she wispers softly. she begins to cry. ive never seen my mother cry, it makes me want to just hold her, but im not sure why she is crying. "can you take your brother upstairs amalie?" my father said with a urgency in his voice. "c'mon jarvis its time you do your school work anyway" we get up and walk away, well he does i stay. hiding behind a bookshelf trying to make out the words my mother and father are saying. my father goes over to the televisoin and turns it up, "Well, as you all know the 90th annual hunger games are coming up!" the dark haired man, also known as gale says. the crowd roars into excitment, and he trys to calm them down. "well this year is very special! because I myself get to appear at each reaping ceremony starting with district 12 and personaly congradulate this years tributes!" the audiance once agains starts to roar with excitment, the dark haired man gets up and bows feeding into the crowds excitment. "katniss, what is gale doing? i thought he moved to district 2 to help, not to become a part of such awful things" my father looks at my mom and rubs her shoulder. "how am I saposto know! i havent heard from him in over 15 year and now all of a sudden he is on capitol television preparing to kill innocent childrens lives." i can tell by my mothers and father reaction that they are not very big fans of this 'Gale' . i hear them walking back twoards where i am hidden so i quickly sprint up to my bedroom and pretend to be hard at work reading a book.
"Amalie, may i come in sweetheart?" "sure mom" i walk over and open my door, her cheeks are puffy with red blotches all over them. she walks in and sits on my bed gesturing for me to comeover and do the same. "I know you were listening in on me and your fathers conversation downstairs." she brushes a piece of my long blonde hair behind my ear. "You are so much like your father, its crazy." she smiles but her eyes look as if shes about to breakdown crying again. "Mom, who was that man? Gale?" i look at her and try to push for a awnser that im sure im not ready to hear. "he was my bestfriend a while ago, and my boyfriend for a short period of time during the , and then one day i woke up in a hospital and he was gone. never to be seen or heard from until today when i saw him" her eyes begin to tear "i havent seen him in over 15 years, and now hes coming back for the reaping ceremony tomrrow. back to his hometown." she hugs me tightly, and wipes her tears with her sleeve. "well, im sure you want to get some rest amalie. tomrrows a big day" she kisses my forhead and walks out of the room. Im not sure what to think right now, my mothers long lost bestfriend is coming back to town tomrrow to pull out the 2 most unlucky childrens names to be apart of a all out death match to win fame and fortune. this will be the 4th year my name will be in the bowl and 2nd for my brother. my mother and father were both in the hunger games together and they both won, fell in love and had me and my brother. they are the victors along with our neighbor haymitch, hes a smelly; but kind old drunk who is good friend with my parent. all night i dream about my mother and father in the games, how hard it must of been to fight to the deaths with people you've only just met.