Hey everyone. sorry i haven't updated in a while. My life has been pretty chaotic with all that's been going on. Plus school has been giving me essays to write and labs to type and its just horrible. And i am so sorry that i have no time and that this is a little on the short side.

HAPPY EARLY THANKSGIVING! Soo is anyone going Black Friday shopping? I am and i am so excited. I hope you all have wonderful thanksgivings.

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District 8- Male

Name- Miso Cypress

Age- 15

The door closes, and the room instantly feels like it is one billion degrees. I walk slowly in a trans-like state to the window. I pry the window open and the cold air brushes against my face. I breathe in large gulps of air, trying to collect myself. I stand up for a minute and look around for a chair and the one I find is a dark fancy wooden chair and I pull it up to the window. I lean my head on the window sill, outside the justice building, people walk back to their homes with relieved looks on their faces.

I doubt anyone will miss me besides my family; I'm not real big on the social aspect of life. In school I just sit and work, no talking, just learning. No one bothers me, occasionally I will get picked on, but it doesn't bother me that much because I have my sister and father. My sister is the complete opposite of me; she's outgoing, confident, and basically anything that I'm not. She has a life in front of her and me? Well, I don't see anything in the future for me now.

I am shaken out of my dream world to see my father staring back at me. His grey eyes are saddened and red. I stand up and embrace my father. I know it will be the hardest on him if I do die in the arena, I mean for my sister it will be hard, but my father already lost the love of his life, so how is he going to take his only own son dying.

He backs away from me and I see my sister sitting on the couch across from me. It's obvious that she has been crying because her face and eyes are red. I walk up to her and hug her, not much for her but for myself.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before someone actually speaks, but when they do its right to the point. "You are going to have to try to win, you have to. I can't protect you there Miso. I'm sorry" my sister cries, her sobs becoming louder and louder.

The realization of what she says actually hits me. I don't have any friends at home, the chances of me finding allies are slim and without allies I'm not getting home. Kiara has protected me all her life and I should try to give her words of hope for her own good.

"I am going to try my best to come home, even if it means having to kill someone." I say back to her over her chocked sobs. My father just sits their unsure of what to say, and the silence is killing me. I grab my father's hand and pull him to a corner of the room, so Kiara wouldn't hear us.

"Father, you have to believe me, I will come home. For your own good and for Kiara's, try to act strong. Do it for me?" I ask him and he nods. I can tell my father is having a hard time taking this in and I know that these next few weeks for both of them are going to be the hardest in their lives.

My sister outstretches her arm in front of me and I follow it to what lays in her palm. She was clutching my teddy bear from when I was a kid. Any hope of me not crying was now impossible. The bear stood for so much for me, hope, love, strength. And I'll need strength in the next few weeks.

Soon my hands find the familiar soft fabric of the worn, ratty teddy bear from my childhood. My mother, who came down with an infection shortly after I was born, passed away; leaving me with my sister and my Father. I don't remember my mother at all; I just know that she gave me the teddy bear when I was born and that she loved me very much,

I finger over the ridges in the corduroy on the old bear. It's the last thing that I have to remember her by. I know its ugly looking now, with its one eye and juice stains from lunch time as a kid, but I cling to it for a mere memory of my mother that will never come. I'm 15 years old now and it's been 14 years and 320 days since I have seen my mother. Every day I have is a day that my mother never got to have. I think a lot that mother dying was my entire fault, but my father says I had nothing to do with it.

But now none of that matters now since I was reaped. I hug both my father and my sister tight, I was afraid if I let go I would never see them again and which in retrospect was true. A moment later I was torn apart by a peace keeper and he shoved them out of the room. Now it was just me and my bear, but I guess that how it always was and always will because I know that the chances of me getting out alive are very slim.

QUESTION-

To get in the holiday season...

When was the first thanksgiving in America?- 20pts (the first person that sends the answer gets 10 extra points)