"Gale, hurry home from the woods," my mother calls out, watching me form the window of our home. I climb over the sad fence, and jump down. I sit back, and waiting for my friend. I relax, and slowly make my way behind the log, our meeting place. After waiting 10 minutes, i get up and am about to walk away, but I don't, because I hear a rustle in the bushes.
I give her a creepy smile, complete with the voice, and she covers her mouth to keep from laughing. I can tell she has a huge grin on her face. I look back and she can tell that in my eyes I hide the pain that I'm feeling. the reaping. Ugg. Why today? Worse, it's my brother, and Katniss's sister's first time in the reaping. I can't believe it, all ready 12!
I here Katniss faintly in my head, but just nod, and say thank you. I can't do this, I can, but can't. I love my brother, and Katniss. You can't do this, without something. I love them all so much. If Katniss got chosen it would be ... it would be like I did. Except worse, because I'd have to watch her die, live on air.
I here Katniss faintly in my head, but just nod, and say thank you. I can't do this, I can, but can't. I love my brother, and Katniss. You can't do this, without something. I love them all so much. If Katniss got chosen it would be ... it would be like I did. Except worse, because I'd have to watch her die, live on air.
The day rushes by quickly. Then the reaping comes,, and everything there. The mayor gives the same boring speech about how great the Capital is. Phh yeah right! The Capital control everything how much food we have, some people even think that they rig the reaping. I watch as Effie Trinket races up onto stage, acting like a perky little girl. She's an adult. Her pink wig bounces up and down. I don't look at her, I look at the drunken man behind her. Haymitch the winner, the only victor of District 12. I wonder how he beat the slim odd. One to 23, or in his case 47 double the opponents. He won. He's drunk now though, so none of the other tributes are getting anything out of him. I wish I could talk to him ask what it was like. Then I focus. I hear screaming. My face pulls away from my mind. Katniss. HAs she been chosen. But with the scene in front of me I know what's happened. Little Prim has been chosen. Katniss has voulenteered. She's now part of the games. I'm scared.
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I put the book on the floor, and push it towards the pile of stuff, for the yard sale. My mother refers to my stuff as junk, but I don'. I see it as moments in time that have been saved only by that small scrap used as a book mark, or that tiny pebble picked up in the street. Each moment has made me think, believe, dream. Each moment has defined who I am, some more that others but still they are me. My mother sees a mess of trash.
I see moments, and memories. That pink receipt was when I bought my first pair of pointe shoes. That yellow stuffed animal was when I wen to the carnival for the first time, with my father. My mothers tells me to put it in the trash bin, I follow her instructions though my mind tells me not to. It falls down the black bag, like a black hole it seems never ending. Goodbye memory, a moment, it's give forever with nothing to let me hold on to it.
