The Hunger Games.. Another twenty-four children battle to the death inside of an arena. Another year of watching tributes on the large screen. Another year of blood shedding. Another year of disappointment. Another year of children being taken away from their parents. There has to be an end eventually, if not, my district will eventually be abandoned. There will be nothing left. Too many people will die of starvation, too many people will loose hope. Most are already turning away. Many are currently lying in hospital beds, waiting for the day that they can go to a better place. A place without starvation, a place where you don't need food to live. A place where everyone can eat Oreo's in peace…
Here, we don't eat anything with sugar. All we eat is meat, greens, grain. We can only drink water and milk, if we have a goat. We, fortunately, have a goat. It gives us milk and cheese weekly. If my sister, Maddie and I are lucky, we get to eat popcorn once in a while. When corn sprouts and I have the time and energy to pick it. I just wish my family could be rich, I wouldn't have to go to the reaping and I wouldn't get picked anyways. Just the scariness of the reaping can make you shake. Most people cry when they figure out that they don't have to go. Just one more year they can stay alive, if they don't die of starvation first.
I can't be a normal person. I have to be different. I have to fight to survive. Sometimes, I'm not sure how I can still be living. It's hard to feed my sister and Mom anyways, let alone myself. Hopefully, I'll be lucky this year. Even though I'm thirteen, I'm hoping to barely slide by. I'm scared to even enter my name more than the mandatory amount because I might be picked. My family needs tesserae but I can't risk my life for them getting more food. Unfortunately, I entered my name 5 other times besides the mandatory amount. This year, I have eight chances of being chosen. But, of course I wouldn't be chosen, or would I