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Rue's story Chapter one For the first time in years, I awoke

Rue's story
Chapter one

For the first time in years, I awoke to silence. No mother and father quarrelling. No twins screaming. No Elle squirming around on the hard wooden floor, desperate for some warmth. Silence. Today was the reaping day, and for the first time since my mother, a member of the Johnson family would be in with a chance of experiencing the horrors of The Hunger Games. I took a risk and pulled myself up from the floor of our house, breaking the silence. Elle ran through what was left of our kitchen and threw her tiny arms around me. "Rue. Promise me that we'll never get chosen." My little sister murmered, her body shivering. Of course I had a chance of being chosen. My name had been entered into the reaping bowl 61 times, 60 of these were to provide my starving family with extra food. And then Elle. She had 5 years to wait yet, and although I would never allow any of my 5 siblings to enter in their name more than they were forced to, the gamemakers were cruel enough to change the rules, make more than 24 young adults fight to the death. So I lied. "I promise."

I dressed appropriately for the reaping. Being the only girls, besides from the twins, myself and Elle shared most of our possesions,including clothes. I examined what little clothes we owned for something not covered in dirt from the orchard. I set out a simple knee length white dress for Elle and changed into a pale blue blouse and white plaidskirt. I tried to flatten out my tight brown curls, but it was no use. I would have to do. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed the absence of my mother, perhaps the cause of the lack of arguments. My father sat around the kitchen table, his hands wrapped round a warm cup of whatever he could find. He didn't stir when the twins began to yell, expecting me to see to them as usual. My father was a lovely man, caring for all six of his children to the best of his ability, but he could never soothe any one of us.I made my way over to the crib my 11 year old brother, Dylan, and 9 year old, Zac crafted, and lifted out Lilly and Lola. I did the only thing that would calm them down.

"Deep within the orchard,
way into the tree's,
the mockingjay's are calling,
and once again we are free.

Deep within the orchard,
way into the tree's,
the mockingjays are calling,
are calling to you and me."

As the 7 of us left, hand in hand, my house was silent once again.

I know its terrible, but yeah.