Fish. It's what we eat, smell, and sound like. A bunch of fish gasping for the thing they need so dearly.. Water. It's almost like a metaphor I try to amuse myself as I walk with my sister to the town center where we will be lined to face our deaths. We need freedom, and they need water.. Why can't we have one thing we absolutely need in this world?
As my thoughts overcome me, I realize I'm standing in the middle of the square, waiting for the 6 names to be called. My sister Sarah waits 20 feet away, nervously.
" welcome welcome!" Bellows our escort, Jeremy whom won ten years ago. " it is time to pick six young courages young men and woman, for the honor of representing your district in the 300th annual Hunger Games!".
I go numb as he begins to call out names. The first three of which were volunteered for.
" Belen Crestan" Jeremey screeches. I look up and begin to walk. As I do, my sister Sarah jumps from her position and attacks the guard escorting me to the stage..
The officials begin to talk and then turn to us with a sick smile.
She'll be joining the games with me.
JE LEEST
The 300th hunger games
Mysterie / ThrillerSome have won the hunger games, many haven't.. Which of the two percentages will you join?
