Bandy Needlesworth
I woke up with tears streaming down my face. Well, I didn't really wake up because I never went to sleep in the first place. I was too overwhelmed with emotions. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror. I looked dead. I tried to untangle my long blond hair, but today of all days it decided to be a nuisance so I just grabbed a hairband and put my hair up in a ponytail. I put on my old yellow dress, since it was the nicest thing that I owned, and my favorite color. I wasn't much to look at, old cloths, messy hair, tall and skinny for my age, but I did have really nice amber eyes, so everyone said. I heard my brother Red banging on the door. I opened it and he told me that mom wanted me to come down for dinner. He looked really sad, which was unlike him, he was usually very energetic. I came downstairs to find my friends downstairs eating. They practically lived at my house. Cloth had four younger siblings and was very shy, but loved to read, and Cashmere was an only child who was energetic and saw each day as an adventure. Mom didn't say much, like usual, but she did come up to me and gave me a watch. "It was your father's," she said, "He would want you to have it." I started to think about my father, but now was not the time so I pushed the thought away.
After breakfast Cashmere, Cloth, and I walked down to the square, standing in the 12 year old section. Cloth whispered to us that she would have to go to the 13 year old section, and we whispered back our goodbyes. The announcer came on to the podium and told us about why we were here, as if we were dumb and clueless. Then he reached into the girls pot, ever so slowly. He pulled out a slip of paper and proudly, as though he had just slayed a dragon, announced my name. My name. My name, out of the hundreds in that bowl, how could that be? It didn't hit me until after my feet hit the stage that it was all rigged. Overwhelmed with emotions, I blacked out.
Garrett Nagorzanski
I hated all of this. The war, the hunger games, the reaping. And I HATE that I have to be a part of it. I was reaped for the first annual hunger games not 20 minutes ago. Want to know how I got here? Well I will tell you.
It all started with the war. You see I fought in the war. that is where I lost my arm. Yep, thats right, I only have one arm. It definitely earns me a lot of stares, but I proud of it because I lost it in the only battle that the rebels won, under General Needlesworth. Anyway, so I fought in the war, lost my arm, got stitched up and sent back home, only to find out a few weeks later that we had lost. Then the hunger games came along, and I'm like "what is a one armed 14 year old supposed to do in the hunger games?" So of course, I get reaped. Let's see, what else is there to tell about myself? Oh, I know. I have a Mom, a Dad, a brother Ken (15), and a sister Lisa (13). I had a younger sister named Janet, but she died, not from the war, but from cancer, last year. She would be 11 now. Ever since her death, I have had depression and nightmares. My best friend's name is Jack, but aside from that I really don't associate with people. It probably wont do me any good in the arena, but whatever.
Hey! The question is:
Who was Finnick's mentor? (worth 20 points)