Ivy Windell POV District 6
I woke up to the smell of bacon and sausage. My stomach growled loudly so I got up. I ran down the hallway ready to eat. My little sister six year old sister Heather was already there eating a huge piece of bacon. Mom put a pancake on her plate then looked up at me.
"Great, your up. Will you go wake up Coal." Coal was my older brother. He was twenty-one. I slammed open his door and he only snored in response so I decided to pounce on him. I back up then and leaped on him. He screamed in surprise then turned and tackled me. He pinned me down for a minute then threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the kitchen. He sat me down on a chair than sat next to me. We then ate the best breakfast we had in a while.
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I went in my room and grabbed a stunning green skirt that was the same color of my eyes. I then put on a plain white shirt on then went to the bathroom to fix my hair. I brushed my hair then got it wet. I was blessed with dark curly hair that just passes my shoulder. I looked in the mirror and examined my skirt. It looked great against my long slightly tanned legs. I heard my brother call my name.
"Coming!" I shouted running down the hall.
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I stood in the fifteen-year-old section waiting for this dumb thing to be over. It's not like I was even alive while the uprising happened. My parents were only eight. Yet, this horrid event is still taking place. I listened to the mayor's speech since I had nothing better to do. Then our escort came out he introduced himself as Woofer. I let out a giggle. What type of parent gives their child a name like Woofer? He went to the girls bowl and all type of joking vanished. I wished that it wasn't me, but with no avail.
"Ivy Windell!" he shouted I felt the blood drain from my face. I wanted to wish someone will volunteer but that will practically be wishing for someone's death. I marched on to the stage and everything else kept moving without me.
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My brother shouted at the peacekeeper saying how it wasn't fair that he couldn't volunteer for me just because of his age and gender. He said how the capital will just be as entertained, that twenty- three tributes will die, twenty- four families will loose their child to these cursed games forever. The peacekeeper said that life wasn't far Coal punched him and probably broke his nose. Needless to say he was dragged away. My family made me promise to come back then we just sat holding each other until the peacekeeper said it was time for them to go. Mom handing me her grandmother's ring and told me when I return I could give it back then.
Once the door closed I broke down in tears.
