Different Districts

Chapter 4 part 2

Foxface (district 11)

I pulled on the bright red dress that lay on my bed. Heather came into my room.

“Today I know one of us will go."

We walk to the benches where the reaping is held. Heather grips my hand tightly. I'm 18. Heather is 12. I see tears drip from her eyes. I can not protect her if I die.

“Please. Anyone." I say.

We part to find out spots. I look back at her.

“Happy hunger games!" Our escort says while dipping her hand in the bowl for a boy slip and a girl slip.

“The tributes are, Peeta Melark and..."

She carefully open the yellow slip. She threw the Orange boy slip behind her. Peeta walked up to the stage as quiet as a mouse.

“Finch Fox."

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Please don't die!" Heather said in between sobs.

Tears streamed down her Checks.

“Take this." She said.

In her hand was a gold circle. Engraved in the middle was an Apple. She put the gold piece in my hand. I picked it up. The gold was new and shiny.

“Where did you get it?" I asked her.

“A friend gave it to me." She said.

I saw the smudge I made on it from my dirty fingers. I took the piece and whipped my dress on it.

“No more time! Train here!" The peacekeeper said. I was pulled onto the train.