IF I LIVED THE HUNGER GAMES
Prologue: PART 1
Katia:
Today was the day before Reaping Day. The most unanticipated day
of the year. I wasn’t really worried though. This Hunger
Games year was special. Only one class was getting picked, rather
than two from each district. These kids were going to all be from
district thirteen. Since we lost the last rebellion, and once
again district 13 was a big part of it, the Capitol decided to
have a special Hunger Games just for us. A Friend killing a
friend? How much more entertaining could it get; sarcastically
speaking of course. This had to be one of the most twisted and
hell-like Hunger games ever played. But the reason I didn’t
worry was because there had to be 1,000 classes in district 13. I
was sure it wasn’t going to be us.
After school, I had to go straight to work at the flower shop
with my friends Nelb, Grae, Pan, Havana, and Berroe. I was the
arranger for the flowers, so my job was fun and easy. But there
was always something more interesting going on. Like
when Pan makes fun of Nelb and I have to bail Nelb
out. We all knew Pan didn’t mean anything by it, but
words hurt and eventually .
“Hey guys! Happy Hunger Games!” I cheer, mocking the
Peacekeepers.
“Happy Hunger Games!” they cheer back in the same
fashion. All but Grae, who just smiles. He usually keeps to
himself.
Grae
was the most mysterious to me. He was tall and muscular for
fourteen. He had eyes that were like brown daggers. Grae’s
hair always reminded me of the color of gingerbread. He was pale
and freckly around his nose, too. I wonder what he thinks about
in all his silence.
“Katia, The Walsh’s need a floral arrangement made by
the end of the day. Make it say “Sorry for Your Loss”
in blue.” Berroe chimed. She was thin and
fragile looking, with big, dark eyes and short curly black hair.
Her skin was tan, while mine was a peachy
shade.
“Why so out-of-the-blue?”
I asked, confused. Normally we get orders a week in
advance.
“Katia. Hunger Games. I guess
they’re gonna send it to the lucky school that has there
class killed.” Berroe answered
bleakly.
“Are you guys
worried?” Havana questioned. Her hair was a honey
brown shade, and she had light blue eyes. Blue eyes weren’t
very common here. There are only about four/five kids in my
school, Havana and I included. My eyes were more of a
sapphire shade though.
“Why? There are 2,389 classes
in district 13. We will be fine.” Nelb
sneered.
“you would know exactly how
many, Nelb” Pan scoffed. His dark brown, squinty eyes
flaring. Pan was husky and strong. His hair made me think of
the color of burnt wood. Berroe had a crush on him, but with
how he treats Nelb I can’t see why. But
sometimes, Nelb does bring it upon
himself.
“Can it, Pan.” I said,
flashing him a look.
“Okay; sorry
Nelby.” Pan joked.
“It’s
Nelb” Nelb defended.
Nelb had less of a build then the other boys. He had walnut
colored hair and eyes a chestnut
brown.
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