Those Last Days

Chapter 1:

It's been the same for a while, dead... Dead as always. Nothing seems to be alive anymore, nothing stands out. This has been the same for the past two Hunger Games.

As we walk down to the reaping I reach for my sister's hand but she pulls back. It's been the same thing since the 76nd games, when our older brother died, she shut everyone out and wouldn't eat or sleep or talk to anyone for days. I reach again and hold forcibly this time not just for her sake, but for mine. I don't think I would be able to stand if I wasn't holding onto her, she has been the closest thing to a best friend I have ever have, and I can't lose her again, I just can't. We reach the front of the stage and stand to wait for the reaping to commence. I turn my head and search Leara's face, she looks down and whispers 'I'm scared Indi,' I turn her around and embrace her, until a tapping sounds at the microphone she squeaks, and we turn back and face the next hurdle-the reaping ceremony. I stand there shaking, and squeezing my sisters hand afraid to let go, afraid to let her walk into the games.

We have recently got a new representative for district 7, Amelia Rechondale. She is so beautiful, she reminds me of a flower, with her long flowing blonde hair and her soft brown eyes, she stands out in our depressing district, she is standing over the microphone, then lowers her head and begins to speak. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 78th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour.' She steps back and sits, we turn our heads to watch the tape we see every year, of how the districts came to be, and why we enter the Hunger Games. It ends. 'Well wasn't that lovely,' we all stare in disbelief, not a word said. 'I know how excited you are so we are going to proceed. Ok, ladies first.' She walks over to the big glass ball full of names and reaches in, she shuffles them playfully then walks back to the microphone edit the envelop in hand, she opens it and reads, 'Leara Winters.' I freeze, not again, why my family, please not again. I turn to her and she is frozen stiff, I look into her eyes and hold her hand tighter dreading the moment I will have to finally let go.

I'm still, frozen in shock. I don't really remember what happened after that just a lot of screaming and feet moving and then I realise I'm up on stage and my sister has been taken away. I'm still unaware of anything until we are taken away, away from our home, away from living. All I know is that I'm dead, I can't win. I'm as good as dead.