I don't own this; I really wish I did though. Suzanne Collins does.
Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor.
6 Years Old.
Every spring, when the Meadow in the Seam turns colorful and beautiful, everybody comes out at least once to take a glimpse. Children play in the fields of flowers, picking, admiring or just smelling them as hours go by. During the harsh winters, where the trees in the Meadow lose their leaves and a blanket of snow covers the grass, no one goes outside. Everybody has their curtains closed and the cats poke their heads out from the windows, awaiting signs of spring.
In the crack of dawn, on the first day of spring, I shrug on my jacket and as quietly as I can, I pull open the door and tip toe outside. I can already see the changes in the weather. The clouds haven't rolled in yet, and I can see the green of the leaves on a few trees as I walk by.
I reach the Meadow, and once again, my breath is taken away. The snow is replaced by a field of green grass, dandelions, millions of them, dot the sea of green like little bursts of sunshine.
I'm mad when I hear footsteps coming my way. I'm not ready to share this with anyone yet so I find a pretty tall rock to hide behind. Then, I see her, walking in hand in hand with a taller, much older girl. They have baskets in hand, and they're laughing. She let goes of the older girl's hand, and starts picking dandelions. She's wearing a simple green dress with lace trimmings strung neatly at the on the bottom. Her curly blonde hair is done up in two braids at the side of her head, and her cheeks are slightly red. She is spinning, her arms spread open and her feet poised on her toes. Accidentally, she flings the basket that was on her arm up into the sky and it rains dandelions. They fall in her hair and she giggles. She crouches and picks the dandelions, filling up her basket. Some are still in her hair as her sister, just a few years older than her, gives her a warm smile, takes her by the hand and they run home. I watch them until I can't see them anymore and I come out from behind the rock where I was hiding and I walk home.