*I do not own the Hunger Games or the characters. Also, I am currently reading the first book, so if any of the information is wrong, please message me. Other than that, enjoy.
Walking to the city center in my nicest light floral dress that my grandmother made for me just a year ago and holding onto my mom holding onto my hand tightly, as if she thought that if she let go just a bit I would fall form her grasp and into the unknown. I could feel the blood and all feeling I had leave my hand, but I never let go. Something was happening, all of the adults knew, even the older kids, but yet all of the kids that were around my age, we were clueless as to what was going to happen. But I knew from the look on everyone’s face that it was not something good.
The peacekeepers shuffle everyone in as if we are cattle going to slaughter, and on the stage, a woman with white colored hair, a pale face, and a bright purple suit stood at the podium with two rather large bowls on either side, all filled with what looked like strips of paper. The chatter going on around me was like the sound of a shaken nest of wasps. I tried to hear people’s conversations to figure out what was going on, but it was all muffled as my mom and dad stood on either side of me, holding me close.
It felt like hours had past until the anthem played, and a man appeared on the screen. The man was the new and current President of Panem, President Halifax. After President Snow died almost a year ago, this man was sword into office. He was young, handsome, but yet something about him made my skin crawl, and the sound of his voice was raspy and cold as he spoke.
“Hello people of Panem, from District 1 and all the way to District 12. I am here to inform you of a new change that we have passed through. Today will be the start of a new revolution, of a new stage to bring back the history of Panem. In all Districts you have been gathered to your city centers so that one male and one female between 12 and 18 will be chosen by your escorts to represent you district in the 76th annual Hunger Games.”
My heart stopped, and the grip my mom had on my hand grew even tighter. I looked up, my dad’s face was full of rage, and my mothers was like sone, as if they knew that there was more to it.
“Now, I hope that the 24 that are chosen feel honored to be represented in this way. To bring back the games. After all, this is a piece of Panem history. Thank you, and I will speak to you all soon.” The screen turned back and the symbol of the Capitol played before turning off. Everyone was silent, not a peep was heard. Everyone’s eyes were on the woman standing on the stage, her smile on her face, but even that was hiding hatred towards the president and the capitol.
“Welcome to the reaping for the 76th annual hunger games! Let us let the boys go first this year!” She said in a voice that was forced to be cheerful. I watched as her hands glided over the papers, my hand unconsciously slipping into my fathers hand as if I was trying everything to keep myself down onto this earth.
“Damien Oller!” The name boomed over the speakers and everyone looked around for Damien. Soon, a boy that looked at least 3 years older than me walk form the mass crowd and up onto the stage. I could see fear in his eyes, but yet he was trying to be strong.
My mom always told me how things like this used to be televised so that after the two tributes were chosen then everyone could watch all around Panem. So, if you wanted to make a good expression, you had to look strong, strong so the other districts would see you as a threat, even if you were falling apart inside.
“Now, for the female tribute.” Effie said as she put her hand over the bowl. I felt as my mom leaned over and whispered something into his ear, and I knew that it was not good. I looked up but their eyes never looked down.
It felt like hours as her hand dug through the slips of paper. My breath was held until I watched as she pulled a strip of paper out. I could see her nervous, like there was something more to it than just pulling a slip out of the glass bowl. Then I heard the name, it felt as if the whole world had stopped turned, as if my eyes went depth, and everything I had planned in my future was gone in an instant.
“Rue Mellark!” My name was yelled again through the microphone and everyone looked back to me. I gripped my mom and dads hands harder, not wanting to let go, but I could hear as the Peacekeepers walked over and separated me from my parents from force. But the whole time from the moment that they called my name I have been feeling an out of body experience. Like I had no control of my body, but yet I did at the same time.
Before I knew it, I was on the stage, looking out over the crowd. I could not remember my legs bringing me up, but I knew that there was no going back. I searched for my mom and dad’s face, but the crowd was so mixed up I could not find them.
Even though I had all of district 12 looking up at me, for the first time in my life, I felt alone.