Okay… I feel like those preppy, obnoxious fools right now…
I'll just start writing something.
The day is starting. The birds were singing. It was a clear, bright day. No harm can come from that. Except the fact that today was different. Was it the worried people? Or was it that strange, happy feeling that today was finally going to be an interesting day? What day was it?
I don't bother asking anyone. Those fools. Only caring about money and how they're going to survive the winter. If you've lived through one winter, can't you live through another? I sighed, happy for a second. Today was going to be different. I knew it.
Suddenly, a shadow was cast over me. I was at the top of a hill, enjoying the frantic people below. What were they worrying about? And what does this person want?
Connor was standing near me. I don't bother to look up. I felt too deep into thought to give him a greeting.
"Hey," Connor said, "Hello? Anyone there?" I made no comment.
Who does he think he is? I have no reason to reply. I have a life to live. I don't need to bother with people like him. Annoying and rude.
"So, today's the reaping." Surprise. I didn't realize that today was the reaping. I smirked, just at the thought of it.
I opened my mouth to speak. "Are you afraid of being chosen? You seem a bit off." In truth, he did seem a bit off. He'd usually be off and about, flirting with girls. What a stupid life he led.
He sighed, "No, I'm not worried. Just a bit tired."
"That's great."
A long silence fell between us. My eyes darted from him and the sky. I just wonder what it'd be like to fly, free of this life. Free of this stupid and strange life. Look at us. We are the descendants of the few who survived the downfall of the world centuries back. I had heard back then, there was too large of a population, and the world just seemed to fall apart, bursting into flames. They deserved it. From what they had left behind, it was shown that they were foolish people, polluting and destroying the delicate balance of the world.
But now, look at what we had become. 12 separate districts, forced to serve to the Capitol's might. Although people may be angry with the Capitol for sending innocent children to fight to death, I find it amusing. It's useful that they had found a way to control the country's population, but it's even more amazing watching amateurs fight. Why would people want to stop that? Why would they even lead a rebellion against that?
I sigh. Why is life like this?
"The Reaping starts in an hour. Should we start heading back?" Connor asked quietly. He was patient with my silence. One thing I liked about him.
What? How can I admit I liked something in a person? People are a terrible, ugly creation. We are monsters.
Who does he think he is anyway? I'm not his friend. But he probably thinks I am. I sigh again. Why is life so difficult, so uneventful? Here I am thinking about a person's feelings. What is happening to my life?
"I guess," I replied. No use to over explain or complain about things.
He looked at me. "Aren't you going to get dressed for it?" Why should I?
"Aren't you?" I reply.
"Okay, okay. I'm not. Let's go."
At the Reaping…
I never really understood why that person has to explain the history of the Games and stuff. I don't really listen. I look up, watching the birds fly above. They're so majestic, so free.
But then I hear my name. I sigh, ready to get this over with. I'm now officially in the Games. The Hunger Games. I hope I have fun.
My eyes scan the crowd, and I can see Connor's worried expression. I laugh at him. It's hilarious. Until he gets called up too.
I hope you enjoyed. I have no idea whose character this is… I only got one tribute. This is just my random thoughts. She and Connor will be in the Games, I guess they'll be my own tributes, but they will not, under any circumstances, win. THEY WILL NOT WIN.
