It was his ring. The ring he married mom with. The ring he would take so gently care of. The ring he once slipped over my finger when I was three, whispering that someday, I would be stronger than he.
I fumble with it in my hand. Feeling its bumps from years of wear. The name 'Emmeline' embedded in its center.
Stepping onto then train made my heart sink, for as I lift my foot, I knew I could never step it back home. I could never return to district three. Even if luck prevails, I'd fear being a monster in my home, plaqued with the name ' murder' over my head. There could possibly be no victor out of a game like this.
When I completely enter the train, Cyrus throws me on the couch,"Who the hell do you think you are!? Are you trying to make district 3 look weak? How do you think the other tributes will react when they see a girl screaming for her father? Weak! Fresh meat you are to them! I hope..." He was cut short to Emerson slugging him against the wall.
"You better start rethinking that you ****! Do you know how much she could be going through? Do you not realize we're leaving OUR families to a placed that should be considered hell? You and your Capitol don't even have the decency to let us say farewell! We are not your pawns!" He screams, holding Cyrus by the collar. He lets go of his collar and lets Cyrus slip to the ground. Emerson stomps out and into another car. Not wanting to be in the same room with Cyrus, I follow him.
When the automatic car door opens, I see Emerson throwing a whiskey glass against the wall, cussing. Realizing I was with him, he turns towards the windows. "Why is this their solution to the war? Have they diminished the meaning of life so much to find this amusing? " He stated starring at is reflection in the window. It was beginning to rain.
The whistle cried above us to warn our disparture. Moving next to Emerson, I watch us take off, I feel a sense of sadness from him. The train slowly picks up, and the building slowly began to move by. The factories not at work, the people disparting from the square. The grey clouds now arriving. I watched until there was nothing but blurs.
I turn around and switch on the TV, knowing district 4 would be picked up next, then 11. It was likely in a couple of hours that we would collect them. Clicking on the TV, I immediately see Discrict 4 holding their drawing. A scrawny 12 year old male had been selected. A voice announcer was commenting on him. "Maybe he might when for his cuteness!" The announcers laughed. "No! Maybe its because that female from district three sure doesn't have a chance!" They cried hysterically laughing.
The two men began shushing one another as they began to draw for the girl. "Ayu Quinnsly!" Their escort shouted. Emerson finally walked over to a chair and began to watch, rubbing his chin. The announcers began to make ohs and aws as the girl began to crawl upstage. "Now, she's unique, look at her blond hair and oriental eyes! Gorgeous! She's sure to get some alliances just by her looks!
I turn the TV off. Emerson demanded I turned it back on to watch the rest of it. But I throw him the remote, and walk away.
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