The 89th Hunger Games Chapter 1 Part 2More Like This
The morning felt short, and worry was setting back in my mind. We made our beds back, and I got ready in my turquoise dress. Mother put up my hair in a ponytail, and set the bow perfectly. I am ready. The happiness from last night is gone, and I walk out of the house with my brothers and mother, hand in hand. We take the path to the town square, as well as the rest of our District, walking in rows as a family. Either teary eyed or shaking, trying to hold back the tears. Trying to think that their own family will stay whole another year.... But the hope is lost to us. Both of my brothers are shaking, and I can tell by the grim face on my mother, she isn't doing well either. I try to keep a firm hold on myself, making sure to try and stay calm and settled so not to worry them, but it's a very difficult task to accomplish.
When it's time for us to part ways, I give each of them a kiss on the cheek, and whisp