I know I wasn't meant to find these so I put them back in the box and slide them under the bed. I get back under the covers but my eyelids don't get the slightest bit heavy because I know what's underneath me right now and I can't change that.
I slowly climb out of bed and slip in to the hallway. Gale's room is right next to mine. I slowly twist the doorknob to Gale's room trying not to wake up my aunt. As I open it the hinges squeak. My body tenses up but I still here the steady breathing of my brother and decide Aunt Madge didn't hear.
Once I enter I look under Gale's bed but I only find dust on the old wood floor. I gently shake my brother's shoulder and whisper his name repeatedly. His eyelids flutter open. "I was asleep," he groans. "I know that," I snap. "I need to show you something." "What is it?" he asks impatiently. "Just come," I say.
I lead him to my room and pull out the box. "What's that?" he asks curiously. "Mom and Dad's Hunger Games," I whisper. He gasps and I put my finger to my lips. "We need to be quiet," I tell him. "Are we going to watch it?" he asks. "Of course not!" I whisper, shout. He gives me a, I know you're going to watch it anyway look. "Alright I am!" I give in.
We sneak downstairs with the tapes in my hands. We find the TV and are about to put the first tape but Gale stops me. "I thought all the tapes were destroyed," he says. "Maybe Aunt Madge and Uncle Gale decided to keep a copy," I say unsure of why they would do so.
He stays quiet and I put in the tape and I walk over to the couch. I sit down and pick up the remote. I'm about to press the power button to turn on the TV when I hear a voice from behind, "I had a feeling you guys would find those."