Alex
I love my sister very much. She has the eyes of blue sapphires and long, soft, blonde hair. She will not be able to win the hunger games. A 13 year old has never won throughout all of the 100 year of the gruesome, bloodthirsty trials. District 8 children hardly ever win because we learn textiles, nothing more, nothing less and in the games sewing a dress is useless.
As I walk to the small district square to watch my sister fight and kill. She said she'd rather die than kill but in the heat of the moment I'm sure she will have blood on her hands. As the screen widens for the district to watch, I think about yesterday's events. The reaping was a long wait as a sparkly, pink Clarice took to the stage to announce the names of 1 boy and 1 girl who would turn into brutal monsters. I was selfish, only thinking of my name being picked because it was in the glass bowl 50 times. My sisters' was only in there twice and I didn't expect her to be chosen. The hand went in, my eyes closed and a name was called. "Nichol Jenkins! Please come onto the stage!" My heart leapt, life was good! Things would go on as normal and my mum and dad would be as happy a family as possible in this lonely, dirty place. When the girl's name was called my smile faded. "Rachel Greenwood!" The name danced around my head. Rachel Greenwood, my little sister…
I opened my eyes, realising that the screen had turned on and President Snow was talking about the 101st Hunger games and the last words I heard before I fainted were "Let the Hunger Games begin!"