The 68th Hunger Games: A Choice

by GruncleElliot

Amara knows her dad loves her, but feels as if she is a burden to him. What easier way to escape? Let the 68th annual Hunger Games begin! Rated T for violence. I do not own The Hunger Games.

I wake up late. The sunlight is already shining through the gaps in the wooden wall and into the bedroom. I stand up, and round the corner into the front of our cabin. My dad is at the table sipping from his mug.

"Reaping's today, my dear." He says. I sit down out the chair facing him. "I'm thinking about volunteering." I tell him.

"Why would you talk like that, sweetie?" He asks, sounding very surprised.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that." I say, pretending to be ashamed of my self.

My dad stands up and so do I, he pulls me into his embrace.

"Promise you won't volunteer and leave me?" My dad asks, stroking my straight brown hair.

"Yes." I lie, my chin resting on his shoulder.

I know my dad truly loves me more than anything but I think I cause him too much grief, even though he would never admit it. Tomorrow, I will make a choice. I will not only think of myself, but of my father.