Chapter 2
This is the part I'm really not looking forward too, sitting in the Justice building for an hour whilst family and friends of Rosee say their goodbyes to the unfortunate girl, she's not going to be coming back, she must know this and so must her loved ones. Time passes by, and here I am still waiting. Time seems to be going really slow as I sit on the couch provided, alone, as I have always been, well not always, I once had a family, no longer though. My dad died at the factory where they make railway tracks, ironic, seeing that's what District 6 is known for, transportation. My mother also met her end years ago. To this day, the cause of her death is unknown to me. I last saw her leaving our home to meet up with a peacekeeper. That's right, my mother was dating a peacekeeper, I hated her for this, and I have no doubt that it had something to do her death. And just like that, at the age of 12, I was alone. The Children's Hostel was too overcrowded to accept me, really? They couldn't manage one more helpless case?
For 5 years now I've been making do, looking for work anyway I can just so I could eat and afford shelter for a night or two. But in all that time, only one person ever showed me kindness, and now, we both are being thrown into an arena with 22 other tributes to fight until only one remains. Which will be me, I promise to myself that it will be me, no more being alone, no more begging for coin, I will win these games and be crowned a Victor of District 6, have my own house and be filthy rich, though make no mistake, I'm not doing this for the money, okay, partly for the money, but the main reason I'm doing this is because I want to be known. I want people to know my name, I want to go down in history as a Hunger Games Victor, prove that I am more than nothing, which is what people treat me like these days. I made this commitment to myself during my first reaping at age 12. That one day, when I am stronger, older and more willing, I will volunteer, and win the games. This is the year, I'm strong and most definitely willing, why wait one more year, I can do this now. No doubt I have the capability of killing, though that being said, I recently made a rule for myself, one I must abide by, I will not kill a 12 year old tribute, though I might make an acceptation if they are a Career.
I thought of this whilst watching the 50th Hunger Games last year, the female tribute from District 2 hacked off a young girls head without a second thought. I've heard the arena can turn you into something you're not, but I have immense will power and I will not succumb to the Capitol and their animalistic ways. Though I was sure pleased when said Career tribute from District 2 died by the hands of the one and only Haymitch Abernathy. Who could ever forget his name, not only a Victor for District 12, which is more rare than a volunteer, but someone who made the Capitol look like fools, using their own games against them. A silly move still, The capitol must hate him. But if a 16 year old boy from District 12 can win, then I should have no problem.
"Finally" I say as the peacekeepers come in to collect me. Now making our way down to the station where the glorious Capitol train awaits, I can't help but admire this creation then ofcourse I realize, we, the people of District 6 built this. I board the train and take a glance back, memories rush over my head from the time I've spent here. Though not the best of memories, I say goodbye, just in case I don't return. Rosee is on board now as well, but immediately wants to be taken to her room, probably to wipe her face, tears are streaming from her eyes, down her cheeks, dripping from underneath her chin. I see this as a sign of weakness, she needs to be strong for the weeks to come. Hopefully someone else kills her before I have too.
