Okay, while we wait for the tributes to pour in, here's a dream sequence from the POV of an unknown character :)
Of course, Hunger Games isn't mine. And neither are any of the characters. The 'ghost' children are, however.
. . .
Several feet in front of me, I can see a little girl playing with two ribbons, one red and one blue. She's wearing a black striped dress, black leggings and black shoes, so it's very hard to see her through all of the fog.
"Hello?" I call out to her.
She turns towards me, drops her ribbons and takes off in the other direction. I follow after her, feeling she has something I need. The girl is very fast, and I find myself struggling to keep up. Very suddenly, she disappears. I skid to a stop and look around. I know she is here somewhere.
A bit of a ways away, I spot something else. A blonde girl climbing out of a hole in a tree trunk. She must be very poor, I think, because her jumper is tattered and patched, and so is the shirt underneath it. Along with this, she is missing her shoes, if she had any in the first place.
I approach her slowly, "who are you?"
"Time's running out! Come with me!" She grabs my hand and drags me behind her.
We trip and stumble among the trees until she dives into a rabbit hole I cannot fit inside. Again, the girl is gone. Sighing, I continue to walk, hoping to find the girl with the ribbons again. I come across a clearing. Dew has settled on the fresh spring grass and it all smells like burnt wood. In the center of the clearing is a rock, and sitting on the rock is a girl.
This girl has her brown hair braided in two clean braids that hang down her back. She has on an elegant pink gown and a delicate silver tiara. She wears no shoes as well and is crying profusely.
I walk over to her, standing in front of her, "why are you crying?"
"All is lost! They all have died!" She wails, motioning around us.
I turn, confused because nobody had been there, and see what she means. Hanging in perfect intervals around the clearing were the bodies of twenty three children. Among them, the girl in with the ribbons and the girl with the blonde hair. Tied around their necks were thick ropes. All were dead.
The girl stood up and I could see her face clearly for the first time. She was the President's daughter- Italia Forbs. And as she pulls a knife from her dress, I black out.
And when I wake up, it is reaping day.