Two Weeks Before The Reaping-District 2
Zara Unova's POV
The day was getting shorter, and I was soon consumed in total darkness. I could soon here the screams of agony form the 33rd Hunger Games. The fire spread around me, and I heard the strained cry of my cousin, begging for mercy. I cried, and tried to call out to her. I tried to run, but my legs were glued to the ground. Tears streaming down my face, both for my cousin and because of the flames, I sat down on the burnt ground, defeated. I heard the last scream from my cousin, and then it was cut short.
I woke up in a cold sweat. It was the seventh day I had that dream. The one week anniversary of my first nightmare. Yay. I made my way out of my bed, and changed into my white tee and violet shorts. I brushed my long, dark brown hair, and escaped through the back door. I crumpled down, and leaned on the side of our house. I cried, thinking of my cousin. My cousin, Delaware Unova, was the female tribute for the games last year. She was in the final three, and had refused to fight her alliance. The Gamemakers unleashed a large fire, and she was the first to go, then Cindy (district 6). They saved Gina (district 1) just in time, and she was crowned victor.
"Oh, Zara!" A voice called. I looked up.
It was a girl with tan skin, brown hair, and brown eyes filled with concern.
"S-Scarlet?" I stuttered.
Scarlet sat down next to me, and gave me a hug.
"Nightmare again?" she asked.
"One week anniversary," I responded. "Yay."
"Come on, Zar!" Scarlet exclaimed. "It's not the end of the world! My-"
She stopped short. During the 30th Hunger Games, her twin brother, Phoenix had died in the bloodbath.
"Are you guys okay?" My ex asked, looking at us. "Or are you just trying to look weak?"
I laughed. Blaze was my old boyfriend, but with the weight of the games, we didn't want to risk deppresion if the other died.
"I'm fine guys," I laughed, standing up. "My mom needs too tell me something this morning!"
I waved goodbye, then walked into the house. My head full of positive ideas and emotions, I waltzed into the kitchen.
"Good morning, mom!" I sang. She smiled.
"You're in a good mood," she noticed. "Not have your nightmare last night?"
"Yup!" I lied. "No more nightmares for this girl!"
"That's nice to hear," my mom nodded. "Because I have exciting news for you!"
"Tell me" I cried.
My mom giggled, and then the words I've dreaded since I was twelve came out of her mouth. "You will be volenteering this year!"
Like Zara? Next chapter is about another exciting tribute! See you on MLK day!