Behind the Braid

Chapter 1

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Today is the day every teen feared most. The day where teenagers are ripped from their parents as a sacrifice to the Capitol. I hate this morning. Every year, its the same getto Capitol "escort" spokes person who speaks every year. She blabs on and on about the history of the dark times and what not, and then picks the names of the already dead tributes that stand before us. They're a ticking time bomb, the walking dead man and women. Yeah I know I can be a little harsh but our tributes get slaughtered each and every game. It's basically saying that we just send two cows to the slaughter house where it's an instant kill.

Now today it's my sister Prim's first reaping. Three days ago my Prim got off the train from touring the districts. She absolutely loved each every district. She sent us postcards from each and every district. And in every card she promised to take a bunch of pictures from each district and in the end of her last letter she wrote,

"I love both of you dearly and can't wait to see Buttercup, Princess and your shining faces. I deeply fear what is going happen to me when I get back for my first reaping. As I go past each district, it's a clock ticking by until it ticks to my fate. I love you and can't wait to see you both again. See you when I get of the train!

Love,

Primrose"

Three days ago

And when that very day came, I waited. I waited out at the train stop. It was a windy on this day. The breeze was a summer one. Nice and warm; the breeze played with my bangs. Swishing from side to side like the long grass up on the hill by the fence.

Parents galore was the train station. There were only fifty kids in her grade. So there should only be one hundred parents right? Ninety-nine if you subtract my mom, and then add brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts and many more people. But like always the peacekeepers had their way to organize us. Each person, had to stand by their child's name that was on a wooden post. [Everdeen, Primrose] And after we were organized we waited...waited...and waited.

Then I could here a roar in the distance. It was faint but kept growing louder and louder. This roar wasn't stopping. Then a man in the crow's-nest called out,

"Train, dead ahead!" Prim was coming, Prim was coming home. I couldn't wait to see her smiling face. Her face made anyone smile even her cat. Mother would be so proud of her and she would defiantly smile. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Prim smiling.

The train slowed as it pulled into the station. Parents were clapping and cheering for their children had come home. Mother described a gathering of great cheers like today was when our tributes came home. There were only two in the whole series of recorded Hunger Games. Molly Shoemaker was the first ever District Twelve tribute to win the games. She recently died of age and at the of eighty-nine. The next tribute that ever won was Haymitch Abernathy. Anyways he was the other tribute who had won the Hunger Games. In fact he won the Quarter Quell.

Quarter Quell: A special game in the Hunger Games which only occurs every twenty-five years.

The Hunger Games: A game in which twenty-four adolescences, between the ages of twelve and eighteen, fight to the death with weapons of all kinds, in a arena of any type of survivable climates.

Anyway, as the door the train opened, children started to file out with suitcases in hand. Each and everyone of the childrens' faces lit up as they found their parents. Packs of them filed out but still no Prim. My eyes wondered the crow ds of children searching for her. How could I not miss her bright blonde hair.