It couldn't have been more than six in the morning when I felt a slight tug on my shirt. I groaned and snuggled down into the blankets. "Gale. Gale", another tug on my shirt. It was my little sister, Posey. I forced my eyes open to see her petite frame standing by next to my bed. "Gale, we have to go. The Games are about to start". "Oh. Yeah. I'll meet you guys there in a few minutes. Tell mom I just need to get ready". "Okay". Posey ran out of the room and into the kitchen.
I groggily slung my legs to the side of my bed. When I sat up, I saw black blotchy spots in my line of vision. Dizziness. When I pulled myself up into a standing position the black went away. I shuffled into over to my closet and grabbed a pair of ripped up jeans and a green shirt. Once I had pulled those on, I lumbered into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn't bother with my hair. It wasn't worth the effort. Katniss was gone. I had no one left that I needed to impress.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw that my family had already started on their way to the square. I quickly grabbed an apple from an ancient looking wooden bowl that my father had carved. I ate my apple on the go. The outside skin was fresh and crisp. The inside was crunchy and sweet. The juice spit out and drizzled all over my lips, covering them in a thick and sweet veil. My teeth burrowed into the apple again and again, every time my lips would come out coated in the sticky juice. When I was finished, I tossed my apple to the side of the road.
The square was packed, as expected. I found my way to my and Katniss' families. Just as I reached their sides, the screen lit up with the Capitol emblem. The anthem sounded. It would have been a nice melody if it had stood for something different. When the anthem ended, the cameras immediately went to a birds-eye-view of the arena. After five some odd seconds, they panned in on a tree. The same tree as the night before.
It was still slightly dark in the arena. A few seconds later a waft of smoke fluttered to the sky. The source was mere feet from the tree that I was sure held Katniss. A young girl with curly strawberry blond hair sat huddling next to a fair. Just then there was a stirring in the tree. I was pretty sure I knew what Katniss was thinking. It was one of those moments where you would say 'My mom says I'm not supposed to use that kind of language'. As if one cue the cameras zoomed in to look at the tree inhabitants reaction. I immediately knew that it was Katniss even though her face was concealed in her sleeping bag.
There was a sudden crack of branches back on the ground and the cameras retreated. The five careers came bursting through the trees and into the tiny clearing. They were on the girl before she knew what was going on. A horrific scream pierced the air as the careers stabbed. Even after she was dead Cato, the District 2 male tribute, slashed a few more times for good measure.
Posey and Rory's faces were hidden in our mother's skirt. I hated that they had to watch those Games. It was bad enough to make the parents watch it, never mind young kids who barley understand why we had The Hunger Games. I just had to tell myself: At least it wasn't Katniss.
Holy shinkeys, I haven't updated in forever! I am so sorry guys! Time completely got away from me. I hope you guys discovered my chapter 12. I made it an actual chapter. If you guys didn't see that, I hope you check it out! Thanks for being patient. Like always tell me what you think!