Hunger games in my eyes!

Susans young life!

Sitting next to my favorite tree waiting for the train to take me to district 6 to see my new born baby sister and I am finely going to meet my mom. See, a long time ago my mother met my dad when she was sent to district 1 (where I live right now) because she had to help this poor man that was bidden by a peacekeeper and broke 3 bones, for my mother being the one of the best doctor in all the districts combined, and so they got my mother to travel to district 1 to help the man named Hunter, (who was my father’s dad). The man didn’t survive a week. My mother knew it was going to take a while until they get a train to bring her back home. So she stayed there for about two years until I was born. Then they finely got a train to take my mother back home. She wanted to stay because she could not bring me with her. I was born here so I had to stay here. Why didn’t they let the man die? That’s the question I always ask myself. So I never met my mother until I was 12 years old and was finally going to meet my mother, my father was already there because he had won the hunger games last year and wished to go to district 6 to see my mother. He had been there close to a year.  
         

“Susan, Susan!” screamed Brian (who is one of my friends) “The train is here come on!” I got up and said goodbye in my head to the tree and turned around to find my bags, only to find them in the hands of Brian. I walk slowly looking at the district because I was leaving forever, saying goodbye to a few friends on the way to the train.
     

Then, when I spotted the train, scared to leave but happy that I am going to see my father. I took my bags from Brain and said fair well to him there was a long pause and a tear was going down Brains chick, and then I ran. I could feel a tear going down my cheek I was telling myself I would come back over and over again but it didn’t seem to help me. It was so warm on the train when I walked on; it was like a hot summer day in July. I took a seat near the back of the train, and then I looked out the window to see if I could see my favorite tree or even Brian. Instead I saw a boy my age waving to me. I asked myself was he waving to me. Or maybe someone else? I looked around. No one was here but me, I didn’t know him good but I think his name is Marvel. He’s in my class, I’m sure. I remember passing a few girls in the hallway in the school and they were talking about him. I think one of them said he was cute, he is cute but he’s training to be in the hunger games (he had light brown hair and brown eyes, like me).I looked away so he would not see me cry of thinking I would never come back, then when I turned back after I wiped the tears away, he was gone. Then I heard the train start I sat up strait thinking of the past and guessing what would happen in the future. I past my time reading this book called ‘Never Give Up’.
    
   In no time we were there, I could see my father waving to me with one arm and his other arm was around a beautiful woman who I think is my mother. She was smiling and holding a baby.  The trained stopped with a loud boom, as soon as they open the doors I ran off the train and into my father’s arms saying words so fast I didn’t know what I had said to him. My father introduces me to the girl with black hair and green eyes. Then a man walked off (he had black hair and blue eyes) the train and came over and warned my parents the peace keepers might make me move back to district. My mother let me hold my sister while we were walking home.  I looked around the district soaking every little detail then asked what was my sister’s name to my mom, my mother looked at my father and he looked at her and gave a nod to each other after that my mother said we decided you could name her. In my head I was thinking of names but could not come down to one, none of them fit her. When we got home it was 7:56pm.           
   It was close to my bed time, so my dad showed me my room and where the bathroom was. He kissed me on the forehead and said “Good night sweet hearts see you tomorrow morning.” While he was walking out the door I said good night in a voice I could only hear.
          



Saturday 6:39 am my little sister stared to cry and woke me up I didn’t know where her room was but I followed the sound of the weeping of my little sister. It brought me to a room at the other side of the house a dark brown door with a bird on it I tried to peel it off but it was painted on the door. As I open the door to my sister’s room she had stopped crying as I walked up to the crib she was not there so I look around to find her, I took a few steps back and knocked over a glass bird on the shelf it smashed on the floor into pieces, I screamed as I had seen it fall into bites. As I look at the pieces and I told myself how this could happen I broke the glass bird! It was my dad’s favorite, it was one of a kind, and his father gave it to him the day he died. I couldn’t move as the shock of the broken glass bird fall into bites because of me. As I stood there looking at what was left of the broken bird, I heard footsteps going down the hall I turned around to face the door to see who was there, my mother was there with the baby and she asked what happened. I mumble what happened but no one heard me. My mother came over and gave me a hug and said you should go back to bed don’t worry I will clean this up and then push me out of the room to put the baby back in bed.
        
I wasn’t tired any more so I took a seat in the kitchen the TV turned on with big bold letters saying victors come back! They were talking about how they are going to bring back the victors and pick 24 of them and put them back in the hunger games, I stared at the TV it was showing some parts of the last 3 hunger games. I saw my father with a boy from district 8 they had teamed up with him to kill everyone then go against each other. Sadly the boy was killed by the girl from district 4, I didn’t like her I knew she was a killer. Then my mother and father walked in, now the time was 7:24am and my father had a sad voice when he asked me what I wanted to eat, I replied to him in a sorry like voice and said no I’m fine. My father sat next to me with a smile, why are you smiling? I asked, because you make me smile. But I broke your glass bird I said in a sad voice, oh that old thing that’s ok I got a little something else from my father before he died he replied to me in a happier voice then before.  
    
  I spend my day playing with my sister, into it was super time we had soap and a sandwich, I say this is  the best soap that I had I told my mother, see looked at me and said thank you! And then she asked if I came up with a name yet, yes me have I said to her, may I hear them? She asked me; ok I got Maggie, Rose, Jade, Lucy and Mary which one do you like? I think I like Maggie she said well I like Maggie to said my father, Ok her name is Maggie! I yelled out. After super I help clean up and put Maggie to bed then I took a long bath, then it hit me what I saw this morning, victors come back! My father, he might go back to the hunger games! I started to cry, I told myself to stay strong then hide the thought in the back of my head, and got out of the bath tub. Slipping into my blue night gown, walking out of the bath room going into the kitchen passing my mother reading a book about the capital, to get to the other side to go to my room.


Laying on my bed as the thought came back; my father could die in a month or so. A tear sled down my cheek, the door open and my dad ran in, he yelled at me to get up and run out side as I did want he told me but grabbing my shoes on the way out. I open the door to go outside and seen some people looking at my house, what they are looking at, I asked myself. Someone screamed out, to run away, I looked around to see who he was yelling to but there were a lot of people but they were all looking at me. As I didn’t know what to do I stand there like a stone wall, 5 minutes have gone by now and everyone is steal looking at me. I don’t know why they were staring at me into a peace keeper came up to and took me away. Scared but feeling brave fallowing the peace keeper till he lead me to the justest building in a huge room and closed the doors, I don’t know why I’m here, what I did wrong as I took a set on a red leather couch as a men walked in he asked me if I knew why I was here, I answered no because I had no clue why they woke me up. He looked at me and said because you’re not in your district, so what are you going to do about that! I snapped back at him. Well we are going to send you back home the man said in a tone I don’t like, when? I asked. Now! Go get you things and leave! He yelled at me. I ran out of the room to find my father waiting for me with my bags he took my hand and we walked to the train. When we got there the train was waiting for me, I looked at my dad and I was just about to say something to him but the man who was driving grabbed me and pushed me on the train.



I took a set in the same spot I took last time. I looked in my bag to see if my dad packed my book I couldn’t find it so I zipped up the bag saying to myself almost 3 days I was in distort 6, all my thoughts running around in my brain gave me a huge headache and fell asleep after a hour or so. The man working on the train woke me up in the middle of the night and screamed at me to get off the train is on fire! I took my things wall watching the flames catch fire on some old paper someone had left in the seat next to me and things people had left then ran off with the other kids and parents, I waited near a tree in the dark with some other kids but one of the other kids had a flashlight so we can see a little. Then the man driving the train said we have to stay at the closes district into the train gets fix or replace. A woman stands half of us with an old man, most of the kids went with her including me, and I had asked her what her name was a few times when we were walking to district 2. When we got there the peace keepers gave 3 rooms to be shared between all 8 of us. I shared a room with 2 other girls, Cindy was 2 years older and had lost her mother in the hunger games 3 years ago, and Kelly is the same age but she has both her parents and really good at writing small books, There really nice and Cindy is going to teach me how to use a bow when I am 16. I couldn’t sleep most of the night I was just thinking why I have bad luck, and if my dad is going to die in the hunger games is too much to think about right now.