Prologue:
Life is difficult in The Ruins of District Thirteen. There is a low supply of food and water, there is not that much shelter and everyone was for themselves and their family. Since this epidemic hit thirteen, there was only one person to blame it on; President Snow and his leading rise over Panem. The cause of this epidemic was a war; that set Panem into these Districts which are known as today. Snow decided to دکھائیں Panem a piece of his mind so he decided to bomb and destroy District thirteen.
The war started off with a few shootings but then Snow got down to business and decided to air bomb District thirteen. My father was one of the soldiers, he sadly died mysteriously. As my mother got the news she didn’t believe that her husband; one of the soldiers toughest men were dead. Mother ever since hasn’t been a help around the house anymore since father’s death.
After the war was over, less than a hundred people lived. A few years had passed and we have an Annual Games called Hunger Games, where every district picks a boy and a girl to go to the Capitol and fight to the death in an arena among other tributes. My story starts here in District thirteen on The Reaping Day.
Chapter One: The Announcement
The wind sways beautifully as the golden sun rises in the early morning. As the fresh aroma of pine drifts through the air I feel at home. All I can see is green lush vegetation. It’s illegal what I’m doing; I could get fined یا my family killed. Hunting in the forest behind my house is what I’m doing. The amount of birds chirping increases as time slips away; like sand in your hands. As I walk on some autumn leaves I hear a noise; it was a faint huff. I turn around and see in the distance an albino deer; they are very rare around here. I also heard that their meat is even tenderer than the average deer and that its meat is worth at least fifty سونا coins.
I grab my sword out and gaze at it. Its smooth white کوٹ shines in the early sunlight. I take a pebble from the ground and throw it against a tree, it flinches. It looks up; to me it seems that it is a full grown male. Usually around this time of the سال it is breeding season. Crunch…! I turn around and see a figure in the distance. The figure puts their hands over my eyes; everything goes black. “Guess who…” says a sweet voice. “James… No wait, Alex… I give up, who is it?” I ask cheerfully. “It’s…” says the voice. The person takes their warm strong hands off my eyes.
Everything seems blurry. I rub my eyes, Its Ashton. Ashton is tall, strong body, dark brown hair, زیتون skin and hazel eyes. “Why wouldn’t it surprise me.” I smile then laugh. I can see him smile with those white teeth of his.
Waking up to the sweet aroma of fresh روٹی and hot دودھ is the best thing to enjoy in this world. The دن has just begun with the mockingjays whistling outside of the windows, our pet cat and dog fighting as usual and the sensation of my warm, fluffy bed. As my mother frantically walks in and out of my room I start to remember what دن it is; The Reaping Day.
This سال will be the Annual seventy-third Hunger Games, and this سال will be the first time that district thirteen gets to participate in the games. This will be my forth time entering the games, my mother gave up a kilo of tesserae seeds to put my name in twenty-five times. This سال will also be Ivy’s first time entering the games; her name will be entered only once.
I wake Ivy up from her deep sleep. As she wakes up I lay my Reaping dress down on a wooden chair beside the bathroom door. I decide to take a shower. As I stand under the cold water for a few منٹ I start to scrub my hair aggressively. As I scrub even harder out of frustration and aggression I break a nail یا two, and severely damage the skin on my skull. It starts to burn like crazy, but actions will always have a consequence.
I start to wonder to myself why this country has come to be like this. Before Snow ruled یا shall I say reigned life used to have a political vote on who آپ wanted your President to be, there used to be enough food for everyone, enough money and resources and best of all freedom and equality. But now that idea has been a dream for over seventy-three gruelling years.
As I come out of the شاور I take a good long look in the mirror. Fear has finally taken over me. I have finally deteriorated into a mindless horror.
I walk my sister to the square in the centre of the village. The square has begun to pile up with children between the ages of twelve a d eighteen. We all line up patently in age orders and wait for the Reaping to begin. The lady upon the stage starts to talk and as usual ladies first.
“Amy Elizabeth Michael,” calls out the woman on District Thirteen’s stage. I shudder as I walk up to the stage and look down at my young family. My mother, three brothers, my younger sisters and our pet dog Jessie the Husky.
My mother has tears in her eyes, my sister Roxy (seven years of age) stands beside my mother holding back our dog Jessie. Daniel (twenty years of age) is standing in between Jessie and my mother as he looks down at his brown boots. Benjamin and Alex (seventeen and eighteen years of age) were standing among the older boys (in the square), and my poor darling sister Ivy (twelve years of age) stood there screaming in shock. As she ran up to the front of the stage her blonde strands of hair were floating in the wind, the Peacekeepers came and took her away. Her screams stayed in my ears. I must win these years’ games for her.
I myself only fifteen years of age was in shock. I have brown wavy hair up to my mid ribs, مرکت, ایمرلڈ coloured eyes, pale skin, and a blue knee high dress and grey slippers. I just gazed at the people from the bejewelled stage.
“Andrew Josh Greenwood.” calls out the woman again. Why him!?... Andrew starts to walk upon the stage he is sixteen years of age, he has two younger brothers named Dave and Conrad, he has dark blue eyes, brown ruffled hair, and he’s just the Tailor’s Son, what’s the big deal. He will possibly make a good Tribute. But the main thing is that I don’t know him, and I don’t want to. He walks up towards the stage and focuses his eyes onto me; I don’t dare to look into his dark blue eyes. The lady asks us to shake hands, Andrew doesn’t hesitate, but I do.
Chapter 2: Justice Building
Andrew and I get whisked to the Justice Building. Its really tall, made of rose marble, it has a golden door nob and crystal glass windows. I turn and look back and see people leaving The Square. In the distance آپ can see little brown houses and a big green forest full of life and wonder, but the only problem is that the forest is barriered سے طرف کی metal electric fences.
We enter the Justice Building it is drapped in سونا furniture; from chairs to golden staircases, the curtains are made of red satin and silk. I looked around the rooms, most of the door knobs were made of silver یا shinny gold. The ceiling was so far up that it was unimaginable. Abby (from the Capitol) moved me along while I was still daydreaming about this beautiful building before I leave for the Capitol.
I felt uncomfortable as one of the Peacekeepers were touching my lower back, almost touching my bottom, but I knew that it wasn’t meant in a sexual manner; it was for my safety and just in case if I ran off. I felt so intimidated سے طرف کی four men یا women in white suites guiding me to a room.
I was taken to a brown room. It had one window overlooking district thirteen, the room had cream carpet. I sat down on a chair and waited for my family to come and visit. The two big brown doors in front of me swung open like big warm arms. My mother and sister Ivy visited; my older brothers were probably not allowed to come so they supervised Roxxi. Mother looks at me with sadness in her eyes; she can’t stand to look anymore.
Ivy ran up to me and started crying. “Amy please don’t go. We need you, please stay.” Ivy says in a distraught manner. I start to sing to her a song:
Sparkling and sweet is this treat,
As the sun comes up its time to run.
Into a magical world full of love and fun.
As the trees whisper things in your ears,
آپ feel as if you’ve lived here for years.
Ice on the lake is about to break,
As the beautiful mockingjays start to fly.
The horses start to gallop away,
The beautiful scent decide to stay.
Crack, crustal goes the grass,
Life goes on really fast.
The flowers bloom without any dome.
This is the place where I love you.
The گھاس is green, the sky is blue,
The meadow is yellow, the birds sing, the مچھلی swim,
The light is dim, Many things have happened here,
but this is the place where I love you.
Andrew and I get taken to our rooms; I enter my room it has a majestic view of the outside, silk curtains and a queen sized double bed; just what I need for a good nights rest. I slump myself onto the بستر and wonder what is to happen in the arena with all the other tributes. Memories swirl in my mind, it’s too hard to forgive myself and forget what’s about to happen.
When; Slam goes one of the bedroom doors. “What happened?” I yell as I open the door to see Axel (our mentor from District 6) on the ground. “It was my fault, I upset Andrew.” Axel says in a frightened voice. I start to look around for Andrew, but no sign of him. A chill runs down my spine. In the corner of my eye I can see a tall figure with a grey rolled up buttoned شرٹ, قمیض and black ankle length pants.
Guilt runs through my veins as if I did something. The tall figure came closer and closer to me. I was terrified. I realised who the tall figure was; it was Andrew. Andrew finally approached me and looked me in the eye; I felt embarrassed and didn’t know what to do. I tried to say something but nothing came out; it was a catastrophe.
A few hours pass and I decide to head downstairs. Before I even take one step out of my room I take one long look in the mirror; I can see a young frail girl with brown wavy hair, green eyes and a blue dress. I quickly slip on a pair of blue jeans, green strap سب, سب سے اوپر and black tie up boots.
I walk down the staircase in a calm but normal manner. I try to forget everything that happened between Andrew and me. At the end of the staircase I see two oak doors leading to the main dinning room. The doors were covered with identical carvings along the sides and edges. As the golden sunlight poured in through a small crystal window the door began to shine; it probably was newly glossed just for this special event. I grasp my hand on the سونا door knob, and take a deep breath and turn it. As I entre the room I look up to see a magnificent chandelier draped with diamonds and sapphires. I walk along the crystal windows and find a dinning میز, جدول that had been decorated in a white silk cloth and a small silver china set. I walk closer and closer towards the میز, جدول and see that it has a delicious variety of mains and desserts.
Some of the mains were pork stuffed with مالٹا, نارنگی and mustard filling, rhubarb and نیبو, لیموں dressing over fried fish, hot cheese and پالک broth, میمنے, برہ coated in honey soy sauce with a serving of vegetables. Some of the desserts were vanilla and chocolate soufflé, mint cake dipped in sweet honey, and chocolate cake filled with chocolate filling. I looked to see that there were also some drinks at the table, red wine, beer, مالٹا, نارنگی juice, vodka, سیب, ایپل cider, and a jug of icy water.
The door opened suddenly it gave me quite a fright, it was Axel and Abby; they were in a formal dress code, it seemed a little odd. Abby wore a midnight blue knee high long sleeve dress, black heels and a diamond broach on her dress. Her hair was in a dark blue beehive with bits of سونا streaks. Axel wore a black suite and a red tie. He looked dashing apart from the scar just above his left eyebrow. The اگلے منٹ آپ see the doors سوئنگ, جھول open and three people come in; they’re probably our prep team. They all looked as if they came from the bedazzling Capitol.
One of them had green feather eyelashes, blue hair that was in a bun. The other had green hair with dreadlocks and a big red tattoo on his left forearm. Another had normal brown hair in a ponytail with aqua eyes. The girl with blue hair was named Cathy, the guy with the green dreadlocks was named Davis last but not least the girl with the brown braided hair was named Bianca.
As we all sat down to eat I turned around to see Andrew close the door behind; he probably just came. He wore a blue short sleeve shirt, black pants and black shoes. Andrew for the first time in hours opens his mouth to say “I didn’t know the dress code was formal.” He looks at me, I think I’m blushing یا my دل is racing like a horse on a horse track. Abby جوابات “Yes the dress code was formal, but we will make one exception only this time.” Andrew and I nod and dig in. I decided to pick the hot cheese and پالک broth.
As Andrew starts a conversation Bianca beacons me, she walks me up the golden staircase and into a room. The room is draped in silver curtains, white and brown furniture and an old rusty میز, جدول in the corner. I follow her to the wardrobe, she opens it and says in a sweet voice “I am going to be your designer, I will design آپ your outfits for The Opening Ceremony, The Interview and hopefully if آپ win, The Victors Interview.” As she finishes her last words she pulls out a poison purple long sleeve backless dress.
It has glitter all over it from head to toe, it was astonishing. “Bianca, how… What, where in the world did آپ get all these ideas from to create a dress; like this?” As I babble on she shows me the head piece; it was a little clip that had poison purple silk, one big black feather and two diamonds connected to it. I was gobsmacked and amazed at her artworks. Bianca handed the outfit to me and کہا in a proud voice “Amy, try it on, آپ will look astonishing and آپ will be District 13’s label.” As I walked over to my room her last words swirl through my head. I slip my frail body into the dress, it feels heavy and uncomfortable; well the reason for that is that I don’t wear dresses that often. I usually wear pants, shirts, jackets and boots; آپ can barely afford anything in District thirteen.
I walked out of my room, walked a few steps and noticed Andrew down the hall. He probably changed his clothes because he was wearing a black tie, purple shirt, black coat, black pants and the same shoes as before. He probably gel his hair because it was shinny and smooth looking. He looked kind of cute, but that’s not the point; the point is that the suit suited him. Andrew started walking down the hallway, he stopped and looked at me and کہا in a small voice “Nice dress, آپ look….. It suits you.” He trails off. “Like wise.” I say calmly while trying to rub sweat off my hand.
I felt embarrassed in front of a man’s eyes wearing a beautiful dress; I’m only used to my dad seeing me in a dress but he is long gone. “I better go. I need to see Bianca about some dress یا something along the lines of that.” As I leave the hallway many things swirl through my head like memories; many involving my mother and father.
I start to remember that sunny winters’ morning, the sun was out, the air was crisp and the crystal dew drops fell from my window sill. I stretched my arms out to my sister Ivy sleeping beside me. I started to play with her golden hair; my skinny finger went through her golden strips. Her hair was smooth and light. She moved….
Ivy starts twitching and talking in her sleep saying things like ‘The silver bird with the leaf of hope. Amy………’ What did she mean? “Amy. Are آپ awake?” I nod in response and smile warmly. She giggles. I love her dearly, she is my world. I decide to get up. I look over to see my brothers’ beds empty. They probably have already gone hunting for the day’s meal. My mother is awake and working. As I walk down the stairs…. The image disappears as I enter a new world
Chapter 3: The Train
I wake up in my بستر hot and bothered. The room is dark; it must be the middle of the night. I decide to get out of بستر and head to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ when I see Andrew, Abby and Axel getting ready to go somewhere as if we were leaving and going on the train.
I look out the window and see that it is دن break. I quickly run to my room and get changed out of my nightgown and into something مزید suitable and formal. When I finish beautifying myself I quickly run back to the main room and wait for instructions from my mentors Abby and Axel. Andrew walks past not in a good mood. Abby and Axel instruct us to head to the train station where a train will be awaiting us in the process to go to the Capitol.
As Andrew and I get a head start we notice that we are leaving our ہوم to go and fight in an arena and that the odds will be one in twenty six of winning. As we approach a silver electric train I unknowingly grasp Andrew’s hand in fear. He takes a quick look at me and says “Want to talk?” I nod in response. As we board the vehicle I quickly turn around and take a long look at the people back in District thirteen, those poor souls fighting to live, no water, no food, no money, no shelter some even don’t have family.
I make a mental not saying ‘I will win these games for my family. I need to win to survive to live. Life is too short, live life to the fullest Amy. Live life to the fullest that it can be.’ Andrew nudges me in the mid ribs and says, “Amy, we need to go. Say bye and let’s go.” I press my left three fingers on my mouth and raise my hand up in the air. I entre the train and a silver metallic door opens up and shows me a visual of my new life, in luxury; before my brutal death.
The room is draped in سونا chandeliers, maroon velvet coloured seats, oak wood chairs and tables and finally a banquet fit for a king. As Andrew and I go up to the میز, جدول with the king size banquet, we realise how Abby and Axel started looking at us weirdly. My mouth is starting to water at the sight of this endless amount of food.
Abby signals us that we can eat. Andrew dashes to the میز, جدول and starts to stuff his face with foods from pork belly, green grapes and haggis, Danish red apples dipped in honey, baked cheese and veal on a stick, smoked سامن, سالمن and dried apricots and many مزید to choose from.
I felt as if life had suddenly changed, from being stuck in an old house with broken windows, not enough food یا water, barely any money to a luxury of a penthouse to ourselves, endless amounts of food and drinks; but a catch makes this مزید so evil than indulging, we fight to the death in an arena broadcasted all over Panem just for the entertainment of the ruthless Capitol. As I approach the میز, جدول I take the chair out and sit down with pride. Andrew whispers to me “You کہا آپ wanted to talk. What was it about?” I give Andrew the not-now look. He nods. The rest of the evening drags on and on, as if time will never end.
رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا has finally come to an end. As Abby and the Prep Team are excused it is just Andrew, Axle and me. “So, can آپ two well, fight, use weapons یا anything.” Axle says in a drunken tone with a bottle of booze. “Well, I can throw spears and detonate and create bombs. And possibly carry heavy items یا equipment.” Andrew جوابات Axle while stirring his cup of کرینبیری juice.
“And you, princess.” “I am firstly nowhere near a princess, and yes I can fight, kill, survive and of course use a weapon! Genius…” I rage. Axle looks at me with a grin on his face. “Okay… Well, آپ don’t have to use that tone as I آپ are talking to the devil… One thing I would like to tell آپ guys is to stay alive, find water, find shelter and make kills to anyone that threatens آپ in any shape یا form. So see آپ in the morning then, kiddos.” As Axle finishes his final words of the night he leaves in a quiet but drunken manner. Andrew and I look at each other in despair.
“What’s wrong Amy, آپ seem mad یا something. Has something upset you?” Andrew asks as he puts his hand my hand. I look at him coldly then quickly اقدام my hand away from him. “What’s it to آپ how I feel. Do آپ have something to tell me instead?” I say swiftly. Andrew blushes a bit but I pretend not to notice. He doesn’t answer. “Didn’t think so…” I untuck my chair and head to my room.
As I lock my door Andrew comes up to it and says “Amy, what’s wrong, please tell me. Did I say something یا do something. Let me know, so that I don’t hold this burden.” As Andrew finishes his final words I open the door. “Get inside.” Andrew nods and sits on the bed.
I go up and sit اگلے to him. “I’m just feeling sad that’s all really. It’s that I’ve been worrying about my sister. Ivy. I just want to know that without me she will be able to survive…” I answer calmly trying to hold back any emotion. Andrew doesn’t seem to buy the story. “You’re lying, aren’t you, Amy.” I shake my head knowing that I’m lying to his face. I just have something against him for some reason, I can’t pinpoint it really. I think it’s his personality یا maybe I am just very judgemental, but anyways I need to start bonding with him as soon as I can for the upcoming games.
Andrew continues, “Come on its something else isn’t it… I can tell that someone has upset you.” I look up at him, he has finally found the scent; just like a bloodhound looking for a لومڑی in the woods. I’m pretty sure he has finally picked up a thing یا two knowing that I have something against him. “Tell me Amy, now. What is it, what have I done to you?” He asks as he gets closer to me, now we are practically one inch away from each other. I slightly اقدام back away from him. The scent of his کرینبیری breath moves away. I look down at my feet. The nails are dirty. They need a pedicure as soon as I get to the Capitol; yet I don’t want one. I still want to remain me with my ugly, ferocious nails.
Life is difficult in The Ruins of District Thirteen. There is a low supply of food and water, there is not that much shelter and everyone was for themselves and their family. Since this epidemic hit thirteen, there was only one person to blame it on; President Snow and his leading rise over Panem. The cause of this epidemic was a war; that set Panem into these Districts which are known as today. Snow decided to دکھائیں Panem a piece of his mind so he decided to bomb and destroy District thirteen.
The war started off with a few shootings but then Snow got down to business and decided to air bomb District thirteen. My father was one of the soldiers, he sadly died mysteriously. As my mother got the news she didn’t believe that her husband; one of the soldiers toughest men were dead. Mother ever since hasn’t been a help around the house anymore since father’s death.
After the war was over, less than a hundred people lived. A few years had passed and we have an Annual Games called Hunger Games, where every district picks a boy and a girl to go to the Capitol and fight to the death in an arena among other tributes. My story starts here in District thirteen on The Reaping Day.
Chapter One: The Announcement
The wind sways beautifully as the golden sun rises in the early morning. As the fresh aroma of pine drifts through the air I feel at home. All I can see is green lush vegetation. It’s illegal what I’m doing; I could get fined یا my family killed. Hunting in the forest behind my house is what I’m doing. The amount of birds chirping increases as time slips away; like sand in your hands. As I walk on some autumn leaves I hear a noise; it was a faint huff. I turn around and see in the distance an albino deer; they are very rare around here. I also heard that their meat is even tenderer than the average deer and that its meat is worth at least fifty سونا coins.
I grab my sword out and gaze at it. Its smooth white کوٹ shines in the early sunlight. I take a pebble from the ground and throw it against a tree, it flinches. It looks up; to me it seems that it is a full grown male. Usually around this time of the سال it is breeding season. Crunch…! I turn around and see a figure in the distance. The figure puts their hands over my eyes; everything goes black. “Guess who…” says a sweet voice. “James… No wait, Alex… I give up, who is it?” I ask cheerfully. “It’s…” says the voice. The person takes their warm strong hands off my eyes.
Everything seems blurry. I rub my eyes, Its Ashton. Ashton is tall, strong body, dark brown hair, زیتون skin and hazel eyes. “Why wouldn’t it surprise me.” I smile then laugh. I can see him smile with those white teeth of his.
Waking up to the sweet aroma of fresh روٹی and hot دودھ is the best thing to enjoy in this world. The دن has just begun with the mockingjays whistling outside of the windows, our pet cat and dog fighting as usual and the sensation of my warm, fluffy bed. As my mother frantically walks in and out of my room I start to remember what دن it is; The Reaping Day.
This سال will be the Annual seventy-third Hunger Games, and this سال will be the first time that district thirteen gets to participate in the games. This will be my forth time entering the games, my mother gave up a kilo of tesserae seeds to put my name in twenty-five times. This سال will also be Ivy’s first time entering the games; her name will be entered only once.
I wake Ivy up from her deep sleep. As she wakes up I lay my Reaping dress down on a wooden chair beside the bathroom door. I decide to take a shower. As I stand under the cold water for a few منٹ I start to scrub my hair aggressively. As I scrub even harder out of frustration and aggression I break a nail یا two, and severely damage the skin on my skull. It starts to burn like crazy, but actions will always have a consequence.
I start to wonder to myself why this country has come to be like this. Before Snow ruled یا shall I say reigned life used to have a political vote on who آپ wanted your President to be, there used to be enough food for everyone, enough money and resources and best of all freedom and equality. But now that idea has been a dream for over seventy-three gruelling years.
As I come out of the شاور I take a good long look in the mirror. Fear has finally taken over me. I have finally deteriorated into a mindless horror.
I walk my sister to the square in the centre of the village. The square has begun to pile up with children between the ages of twelve a d eighteen. We all line up patently in age orders and wait for the Reaping to begin. The lady upon the stage starts to talk and as usual ladies first.
“Amy Elizabeth Michael,” calls out the woman on District Thirteen’s stage. I shudder as I walk up to the stage and look down at my young family. My mother, three brothers, my younger sisters and our pet dog Jessie the Husky.
My mother has tears in her eyes, my sister Roxy (seven years of age) stands beside my mother holding back our dog Jessie. Daniel (twenty years of age) is standing in between Jessie and my mother as he looks down at his brown boots. Benjamin and Alex (seventeen and eighteen years of age) were standing among the older boys (in the square), and my poor darling sister Ivy (twelve years of age) stood there screaming in shock. As she ran up to the front of the stage her blonde strands of hair were floating in the wind, the Peacekeepers came and took her away. Her screams stayed in my ears. I must win these years’ games for her.
I myself only fifteen years of age was in shock. I have brown wavy hair up to my mid ribs, مرکت, ایمرلڈ coloured eyes, pale skin, and a blue knee high dress and grey slippers. I just gazed at the people from the bejewelled stage.
“Andrew Josh Greenwood.” calls out the woman again. Why him!?... Andrew starts to walk upon the stage he is sixteen years of age, he has two younger brothers named Dave and Conrad, he has dark blue eyes, brown ruffled hair, and he’s just the Tailor’s Son, what’s the big deal. He will possibly make a good Tribute. But the main thing is that I don’t know him, and I don’t want to. He walks up towards the stage and focuses his eyes onto me; I don’t dare to look into his dark blue eyes. The lady asks us to shake hands, Andrew doesn’t hesitate, but I do.
Chapter 2: Justice Building
Andrew and I get whisked to the Justice Building. Its really tall, made of rose marble, it has a golden door nob and crystal glass windows. I turn and look back and see people leaving The Square. In the distance آپ can see little brown houses and a big green forest full of life and wonder, but the only problem is that the forest is barriered سے طرف کی metal electric fences.
We enter the Justice Building it is drapped in سونا furniture; from chairs to golden staircases, the curtains are made of red satin and silk. I looked around the rooms, most of the door knobs were made of silver یا shinny gold. The ceiling was so far up that it was unimaginable. Abby (from the Capitol) moved me along while I was still daydreaming about this beautiful building before I leave for the Capitol.
I felt uncomfortable as one of the Peacekeepers were touching my lower back, almost touching my bottom, but I knew that it wasn’t meant in a sexual manner; it was for my safety and just in case if I ran off. I felt so intimidated سے طرف کی four men یا women in white suites guiding me to a room.
I was taken to a brown room. It had one window overlooking district thirteen, the room had cream carpet. I sat down on a chair and waited for my family to come and visit. The two big brown doors in front of me swung open like big warm arms. My mother and sister Ivy visited; my older brothers were probably not allowed to come so they supervised Roxxi. Mother looks at me with sadness in her eyes; she can’t stand to look anymore.
Ivy ran up to me and started crying. “Amy please don’t go. We need you, please stay.” Ivy says in a distraught manner. I start to sing to her a song:
Sparkling and sweet is this treat,
As the sun comes up its time to run.
Into a magical world full of love and fun.
As the trees whisper things in your ears,
آپ feel as if you’ve lived here for years.
Ice on the lake is about to break,
As the beautiful mockingjays start to fly.
The horses start to gallop away,
The beautiful scent decide to stay.
Crack, crustal goes the grass,
Life goes on really fast.
The flowers bloom without any dome.
This is the place where I love you.
The گھاس is green, the sky is blue,
The meadow is yellow, the birds sing, the مچھلی swim,
The light is dim, Many things have happened here,
but this is the place where I love you.
Andrew and I get taken to our rooms; I enter my room it has a majestic view of the outside, silk curtains and a queen sized double bed; just what I need for a good nights rest. I slump myself onto the بستر and wonder what is to happen in the arena with all the other tributes. Memories swirl in my mind, it’s too hard to forgive myself and forget what’s about to happen.
When; Slam goes one of the bedroom doors. “What happened?” I yell as I open the door to see Axel (our mentor from District 6) on the ground. “It was my fault, I upset Andrew.” Axel says in a frightened voice. I start to look around for Andrew, but no sign of him. A chill runs down my spine. In the corner of my eye I can see a tall figure with a grey rolled up buttoned شرٹ, قمیض and black ankle length pants.
Guilt runs through my veins as if I did something. The tall figure came closer and closer to me. I was terrified. I realised who the tall figure was; it was Andrew. Andrew finally approached me and looked me in the eye; I felt embarrassed and didn’t know what to do. I tried to say something but nothing came out; it was a catastrophe.
A few hours pass and I decide to head downstairs. Before I even take one step out of my room I take one long look in the mirror; I can see a young frail girl with brown wavy hair, green eyes and a blue dress. I quickly slip on a pair of blue jeans, green strap سب, سب سے اوپر and black tie up boots.
I walk down the staircase in a calm but normal manner. I try to forget everything that happened between Andrew and me. At the end of the staircase I see two oak doors leading to the main dinning room. The doors were covered with identical carvings along the sides and edges. As the golden sunlight poured in through a small crystal window the door began to shine; it probably was newly glossed just for this special event. I grasp my hand on the سونا door knob, and take a deep breath and turn it. As I entre the room I look up to see a magnificent chandelier draped with diamonds and sapphires. I walk along the crystal windows and find a dinning میز, جدول that had been decorated in a white silk cloth and a small silver china set. I walk closer and closer towards the میز, جدول and see that it has a delicious variety of mains and desserts.
Some of the mains were pork stuffed with مالٹا, نارنگی and mustard filling, rhubarb and نیبو, لیموں dressing over fried fish, hot cheese and پالک broth, میمنے, برہ coated in honey soy sauce with a serving of vegetables. Some of the desserts were vanilla and chocolate soufflé, mint cake dipped in sweet honey, and chocolate cake filled with chocolate filling. I looked to see that there were also some drinks at the table, red wine, beer, مالٹا, نارنگی juice, vodka, سیب, ایپل cider, and a jug of icy water.
The door opened suddenly it gave me quite a fright, it was Axel and Abby; they were in a formal dress code, it seemed a little odd. Abby wore a midnight blue knee high long sleeve dress, black heels and a diamond broach on her dress. Her hair was in a dark blue beehive with bits of سونا streaks. Axel wore a black suite and a red tie. He looked dashing apart from the scar just above his left eyebrow. The اگلے منٹ آپ see the doors سوئنگ, جھول open and three people come in; they’re probably our prep team. They all looked as if they came from the bedazzling Capitol.
One of them had green feather eyelashes, blue hair that was in a bun. The other had green hair with dreadlocks and a big red tattoo on his left forearm. Another had normal brown hair in a ponytail with aqua eyes. The girl with blue hair was named Cathy, the guy with the green dreadlocks was named Davis last but not least the girl with the brown braided hair was named Bianca.
As we all sat down to eat I turned around to see Andrew close the door behind; he probably just came. He wore a blue short sleeve shirt, black pants and black shoes. Andrew for the first time in hours opens his mouth to say “I didn’t know the dress code was formal.” He looks at me, I think I’m blushing یا my دل is racing like a horse on a horse track. Abby جوابات “Yes the dress code was formal, but we will make one exception only this time.” Andrew and I nod and dig in. I decided to pick the hot cheese and پالک broth.
As Andrew starts a conversation Bianca beacons me, she walks me up the golden staircase and into a room. The room is draped in silver curtains, white and brown furniture and an old rusty میز, جدول in the corner. I follow her to the wardrobe, she opens it and says in a sweet voice “I am going to be your designer, I will design آپ your outfits for The Opening Ceremony, The Interview and hopefully if آپ win, The Victors Interview.” As she finishes her last words she pulls out a poison purple long sleeve backless dress.
It has glitter all over it from head to toe, it was astonishing. “Bianca, how… What, where in the world did آپ get all these ideas from to create a dress; like this?” As I babble on she shows me the head piece; it was a little clip that had poison purple silk, one big black feather and two diamonds connected to it. I was gobsmacked and amazed at her artworks. Bianca handed the outfit to me and کہا in a proud voice “Amy, try it on, آپ will look astonishing and آپ will be District 13’s label.” As I walked over to my room her last words swirl through my head. I slip my frail body into the dress, it feels heavy and uncomfortable; well the reason for that is that I don’t wear dresses that often. I usually wear pants, shirts, jackets and boots; آپ can barely afford anything in District thirteen.
I walked out of my room, walked a few steps and noticed Andrew down the hall. He probably changed his clothes because he was wearing a black tie, purple shirt, black coat, black pants and the same shoes as before. He probably gel his hair because it was shinny and smooth looking. He looked kind of cute, but that’s not the point; the point is that the suit suited him. Andrew started walking down the hallway, he stopped and looked at me and کہا in a small voice “Nice dress, آپ look….. It suits you.” He trails off. “Like wise.” I say calmly while trying to rub sweat off my hand.
I felt embarrassed in front of a man’s eyes wearing a beautiful dress; I’m only used to my dad seeing me in a dress but he is long gone. “I better go. I need to see Bianca about some dress یا something along the lines of that.” As I leave the hallway many things swirl through my head like memories; many involving my mother and father.
I start to remember that sunny winters’ morning, the sun was out, the air was crisp and the crystal dew drops fell from my window sill. I stretched my arms out to my sister Ivy sleeping beside me. I started to play with her golden hair; my skinny finger went through her golden strips. Her hair was smooth and light. She moved….
Ivy starts twitching and talking in her sleep saying things like ‘The silver bird with the leaf of hope. Amy………’ What did she mean? “Amy. Are آپ awake?” I nod in response and smile warmly. She giggles. I love her dearly, she is my world. I decide to get up. I look over to see my brothers’ beds empty. They probably have already gone hunting for the day’s meal. My mother is awake and working. As I walk down the stairs…. The image disappears as I enter a new world
Chapter 3: The Train
I wake up in my بستر hot and bothered. The room is dark; it must be the middle of the night. I decide to get out of بستر and head to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ when I see Andrew, Abby and Axel getting ready to go somewhere as if we were leaving and going on the train.
I look out the window and see that it is دن break. I quickly run to my room and get changed out of my nightgown and into something مزید suitable and formal. When I finish beautifying myself I quickly run back to the main room and wait for instructions from my mentors Abby and Axel. Andrew walks past not in a good mood. Abby and Axel instruct us to head to the train station where a train will be awaiting us in the process to go to the Capitol.
As Andrew and I get a head start we notice that we are leaving our ہوم to go and fight in an arena and that the odds will be one in twenty six of winning. As we approach a silver electric train I unknowingly grasp Andrew’s hand in fear. He takes a quick look at me and says “Want to talk?” I nod in response. As we board the vehicle I quickly turn around and take a long look at the people back in District thirteen, those poor souls fighting to live, no water, no food, no money, no shelter some even don’t have family.
I make a mental not saying ‘I will win these games for my family. I need to win to survive to live. Life is too short, live life to the fullest Amy. Live life to the fullest that it can be.’ Andrew nudges me in the mid ribs and says, “Amy, we need to go. Say bye and let’s go.” I press my left three fingers on my mouth and raise my hand up in the air. I entre the train and a silver metallic door opens up and shows me a visual of my new life, in luxury; before my brutal death.
The room is draped in سونا chandeliers, maroon velvet coloured seats, oak wood chairs and tables and finally a banquet fit for a king. As Andrew and I go up to the میز, جدول with the king size banquet, we realise how Abby and Axel started looking at us weirdly. My mouth is starting to water at the sight of this endless amount of food.
Abby signals us that we can eat. Andrew dashes to the میز, جدول and starts to stuff his face with foods from pork belly, green grapes and haggis, Danish red apples dipped in honey, baked cheese and veal on a stick, smoked سامن, سالمن and dried apricots and many مزید to choose from.
I felt as if life had suddenly changed, from being stuck in an old house with broken windows, not enough food یا water, barely any money to a luxury of a penthouse to ourselves, endless amounts of food and drinks; but a catch makes this مزید so evil than indulging, we fight to the death in an arena broadcasted all over Panem just for the entertainment of the ruthless Capitol. As I approach the میز, جدول I take the chair out and sit down with pride. Andrew whispers to me “You کہا آپ wanted to talk. What was it about?” I give Andrew the not-now look. He nods. The rest of the evening drags on and on, as if time will never end.
رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا has finally come to an end. As Abby and the Prep Team are excused it is just Andrew, Axle and me. “So, can آپ two well, fight, use weapons یا anything.” Axle says in a drunken tone with a bottle of booze. “Well, I can throw spears and detonate and create bombs. And possibly carry heavy items یا equipment.” Andrew جوابات Axle while stirring his cup of کرینبیری juice.
“And you, princess.” “I am firstly nowhere near a princess, and yes I can fight, kill, survive and of course use a weapon! Genius…” I rage. Axle looks at me with a grin on his face. “Okay… Well, آپ don’t have to use that tone as I آپ are talking to the devil… One thing I would like to tell آپ guys is to stay alive, find water, find shelter and make kills to anyone that threatens آپ in any shape یا form. So see آپ in the morning then, kiddos.” As Axle finishes his final words of the night he leaves in a quiet but drunken manner. Andrew and I look at each other in despair.
“What’s wrong Amy, آپ seem mad یا something. Has something upset you?” Andrew asks as he puts his hand my hand. I look at him coldly then quickly اقدام my hand away from him. “What’s it to آپ how I feel. Do آپ have something to tell me instead?” I say swiftly. Andrew blushes a bit but I pretend not to notice. He doesn’t answer. “Didn’t think so…” I untuck my chair and head to my room.
As I lock my door Andrew comes up to it and says “Amy, what’s wrong, please tell me. Did I say something یا do something. Let me know, so that I don’t hold this burden.” As Andrew finishes his final words I open the door. “Get inside.” Andrew nods and sits on the bed.
I go up and sit اگلے to him. “I’m just feeling sad that’s all really. It’s that I’ve been worrying about my sister. Ivy. I just want to know that without me she will be able to survive…” I answer calmly trying to hold back any emotion. Andrew doesn’t seem to buy the story. “You’re lying, aren’t you, Amy.” I shake my head knowing that I’m lying to his face. I just have something against him for some reason, I can’t pinpoint it really. I think it’s his personality یا maybe I am just very judgemental, but anyways I need to start bonding with him as soon as I can for the upcoming games.
Andrew continues, “Come on its something else isn’t it… I can tell that someone has upset you.” I look up at him, he has finally found the scent; just like a bloodhound looking for a لومڑی in the woods. I’m pretty sure he has finally picked up a thing یا two knowing that I have something against him. “Tell me Amy, now. What is it, what have I done to you?” He asks as he gets closer to me, now we are practically one inch away from each other. I slightly اقدام back away from him. The scent of his کرینبیری breath moves away. I look down at my feet. The nails are dirty. They need a pedicure as soon as I get to the Capitol; yet I don’t want one. I still want to remain me with my ugly, ferocious nails.
