Chapter 2
We live in the new, peaceful, and successful Panem.
I walked into my house. It's the biggest in the village. We live in Victors Village in district twelve as a matter a fact. I walked into the kitchen and dumped out the content of my game bag.
"Desy is that you?" My little brother ran into the room. He was thirteen. He is only two years younger than me but he seems a lot younger. With his plump rosy cheeks, his light shaggy blond hair, his short and muscular stature, and his gental voice you might think he was 10. I'm fifteen but I unlike my brother people think I'm at least seventeen. I have hollow cheeks, long wavy dark brown hair, my tall and thin figure, and my harsh voice. People think I'm an exact replica of my mother. My brother a replica of my father.
"Hey little bear!" I ruffled his hair.
"I'm thirteen for crying out loud! Stop doing that" I knew he actually liked it, but he wants to make Grandma stop treating him like a baby.
"Oh be quiet!" I playfully punched his shoulder. He reached for a biscut. I pushed it away from him.
"No one gets any of this food until tomorrow. Got it?" He looked up at me with his huge grey eyes.
"Will we get to see Mom and Dad tomorrow?" I was dreading that question. He asks me every year if we will see Mom and Dad on Mockingjay day.
"I hope so but I don't know for sure". There was a loud thud that came from upstairs.
"Desamay! Benstin! Come up her quickly!" Ben and I looked at eachother in alarm and ran as fast as we could upstairs.
"Grandma! What's wrong?" I opened the door to her room to find her looking out the window.
"Your Parents have arrived!" We looked at her. She moved away from the window so we could see. On roof of the house next to ours was a huge ship.
"Mom! Dad!" Ben and I ran outside as fast as we could.
