I lay in bed not quite tired. It's been a week since Uncle Gale went off the battle everything has been calm…too calm. I know things are too good. Soon enough something bad will happen; I just can feel it. I try to think of what it will be. This house could burn down, crazy people could come in and kill us, Mom could die, Dad could die, Uncle Gale could die, they could all die, the games could come back…The possibilities are endless.
I get out of bed knowing sleep is not coming and search the room. I don't know what I'm expecting to find but I know I'll find something just like I know something bad will happen. The feelings I get might seem surreal but they happen. I search the closet to find it empty, just a couple of shirts in the drawer, and blank pieces of paper in the nightstand. There's not much in the room but I do search one place else.
I fall to the floor and lift up the pale pink bed skirt of the bed. I don't see anything but a cardboard box. I reach under the bed and retrieve the box I slowly examine it not sure of what to expect. In black marker it's labeled, HG 74 and 75. I don't know what the markings means but I slowly open the box. There are two black rectangles. I don't recognize the objects at first but then I remember my teacher had some at school, they're tapes.
One of the tapes is labeled, 74 Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. The names sound familiar; they're my parents' names. The next one is, 75. I wonder why there's just numbers, what do the numbers even stand for? I go back to before they left. They said they were in the 74th Hunger Games where they both won and they were also in the 75th where a group of people escaped.
All the evidence points to one conclusion, here, in my hands, are my parent's time in the games.