It was very clear that Freya had targetted not just us, but other children of the Rebellion. In district 2, a boy who's father's name was Gale got picked, and the grandson of someone named Haymitch was picked, both two people who played a role in the Rebellion. Another included Johanna Mason's daughter, as well as Finnick Odair's cousin. Most people mainly had their eyes on us though, as we were the ones who were personally picked by Freya. It really wasn't fair, we had done nothing wrong. We never were in the Rebellion, we weren't alive in the Rebellion, we didn't even have a say in the Rebellion! All because of our parent's doings, we have to enter.
We were whisked off into tiny pods. Normally in the Hunger Games, at this point, our families would be allowed to see us for about five minutes. I would have loved five minutes with Mama, only Freya wanted nothing to do with them. Also, Mama would probably be planning an assassination for Freya, and she couldn't risk her own life, only all of ours. I was banging against the glass, attempting to escape, but it was full proof, nothing could destroy it. A large bomb wouldn't make a dent in the entire pod. We were pulled by some force, like a magnet into our seats and driven off into a black tunnel. I squirmed and kicked, but the force was keeping me in the seat. They had been very prepared, making sure there was no chance of escape.
It was only a half-hour journey, but because I was so worried about the Hunger Games, it felt like hours and hours. I didn't want to kill anyone! They were as innocent as I was, and as scared as I was. Even if I was especially good with traps and the spear, I'd never be able to use them against any body! When we finally arrived, we were taken into small rooms and asked to get some rest. The lights were shut off and I was left in quite a large, beige room, with a very luxurious brown bed and a pair of pyjamas on the bed. The bed posts had black paint, still slightly wet, clearly all of this is brand new. There was a big balcony outside. A balcony! Maybe I wouldn't have to kill anyone, maybe I could just jump off! I took off my flower crown and messed up my hair. I put some paint on my face! No one would tell it was me! I prepared myself, and shut my eyes.
This would be it.
I am going to a better place.
I jumped...
And was thrown back by a large force! They had put a forcefield there, to make sure we couldn't commit suicide! I get up, wipe the paint off my face and sob. There was no use! I could never escape! They were forcing us to enter, whether we liked it or not. I cried loudly, throwing my face onto the bed.
"Hello?" A shadow entered my room and turned the lights on. It was Lola! "Could you keep it down? I trying to sleep!"
"Sorry." I sulked.
She sat beside me. "There's no point being soppy about it. I have to enter too." although she spoke roughly, I felt mildy comforted. She then took a closer look at me. "Why is there a bit of black paint on your face?"
"Um, is there?" I tried to be cool about it, but I said it too quickly for it to sound truthful.
She then looked on my balcony and caught a glimpse of my footprint, on the rims. All the pieces came together. "You tried to commit suicide?"
"Yes." I was shame-faced.
"Wouldn't reccomend it. You know the grandson of Haymitch? He was a previous victor, however deep down, he won nothing. The forcefield throws anything back, not just people, but he used it to his advantage. He went near the forcefield, and then ducked when he saw the axe come after him. It went straight back to the other person and killed him. The Capitol killed everyone he loved, his parents, his siblings, his girlfriend. Now, he is in his old ages, but still drunk in the alcohol he drinks every night to escape the pain." she looked at me again and then walked off. "I shouldn't waste my time on you. Tomorrow's the Opening Ceremony, who knows who our stylist will be." she walks off slamming the door behind me.
I felt quite comforted by her.
I was soon sleeping.