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Chapter 2
I spend the next day doing nothing, or if I do something, I blame myself for what is happening to Keniah. I don't know how I would survive without her forever. I won't watch the games in the square; I will stay here in the house alone until she comes back. The town square is too busy and I want to be alone.
Tonight the tributes will ride out in chariots and I will have to watch, from now on I will have to watch her, so far away and I will be unable to do anything to help her. I don't know how I will manage, it is always hard to watch children kill each other, but watching her be killed would be unbearable. I want to believe that she will come home, but I know that she has a 1 in 24 chance of surviving. I don't want to think about her dying, it is too painful. I will cling to the desperate hope that she will survive because it is the only thing that will keep me going on with life. I am not doing much of anything now though. How can she be feeling knowing that she will probably die? I have always felt lucky not to have been in the games myself, but now I realize that watching your child die is worse than dying yourself; death in the games is better than death from the sidelines, because in the games at least you know that it is the Capital's fault, not yours. If she dies there is no one to blame but myself.
The TV automatically turns on; I walk over and watch the chariots begin to appear. None of the tributes seem to stick in my mind, until she appears. She is wearing a short black dress, it goes down to a little above her knees, on her back is a pair of white wings. I guess it does a good job of showing our district; wings are a form of transportation. The chariots pull around to President Snow's mansion; he stands up and gives a speech that is the same every year. After that the chariots pull away, my eyes stare at the spot she last was, then the TV goes dark.
I can't believe that I slept at all last night, apparently seeing her, even on a screen helped me. It is now midmorning. I realize that I barely ate anything yesterday. I walk over to the table and eat a large breakfast/lunch. The tributes will be training now and for the next few days. This is good because Keniah has never been the strongest type. I hope she takes advantage of the time to catch up with the others. I will hope for her to get a high training score, she will need sponsors to survive.
The TV automatically turns on. A picture of a girl appears on the screen. The picture has the words Miriad, District 1 Male written on it. I barely have time to notice this before his training score is showed. It is an 11. The next picture is labeled Dilectia, District 1 Female. She gets an 11 also. Then next pictures go by and I don't really pay attention to them. When Keniah's picture comes up; I am happy to find that she has gotten an 8. At least that is one less thing for me to worry about. Tonight I will sleep well since she has accomplished a satisfactory training score. In two days the interviews will come and I hope she will be prepared.
I hope you liked it; the next chapter will be the interviews. Again, please review and sorry for the short chapters.