Hunger Games - Shadowfax and Queen Elsa
Posted: March 15th, 2015, 6:21 am
Pearl Mellark
My mom, brother, and I were all sitting at the table, eating dinner and watching the news, when the announcement came on.
"Good evening, Panem," President Amelia Snow, President Coriolanus Snow's granddaughter, greeted. Everyone called her President Amelia, so we didn't mix up the two. "As you all know, Peeta Mellark and a few others were killed a few weeks ago when they tried stopping us from what we wanted to do. Foolish people."
My father's death had pained all of us. It was unexpected and hard to deal with. I had recovered from it somewhat, but thinking about it still upset me at times, so I tried not to. My friends always helped me out with that when I needed it.
"As you older people know, the Hunger Games would be going right about now," President Amelia continued. "And guess what? Now, without Peeta and those other rebels trying to stop us, we're going to bring them back." The Capitol citizens cheered - of course, they always liked watching a good show. They saw the Games as entertainment. However, the three of us stayed silent. It shouldn't have suprised us. We all knew what Dad was fighting for, but I think the fact that it was actually happening was what shocked us most. I had heard about what happened in the Games at school. I couldn't imagine what it would be like, having to kill 23 people just so you could stay alive and get out of the Games.
I turned to see my mom running up the stairs into her room. It was also common knowledge that she and my father had gone back into the games for the Quarter Quell the year after they went in the first time. I knew the news of it returning must have hurt her a lot.
I looked at PJ. He was 11 - just shy of the age limit for the Games - so he would be safe from it this year. But I could still see the fear written on his face. "Come here," I said to him, motioning him over. He walked over to me and sat on my lap. I could feel the warm tears on my shirt. I rubbed his back and tried comforting him. "You're too young for it. They can't and won't pick you. I promise." He noddded, sniffling as we watched President Amelia continue the announcement.
"There will be a few changes to this one. First of all, the tributes must stay in the arena for at least three weeks. At the end of those three weeks, whoever is still alive will be taken out, so long as there's less than eight of you. If there's more than eight, than the Games will continue for another week. Also, the Capitol citizens will be able to send the tributes foods, weapons, etcetera. And finally, the more people you kill in the Games, the more help you will get from outside of the arena. The reaping will be in one week. As the old saying went, good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
The news came back on, leaving my brother and I sitting alone, not even paying attention to what was on the TV, too lost in thought about these new changes to the Games, and the revival of the Games period.
"Come on. Let's go to bed," I finally said after about five minutes. PJ nodded, and we walked up to his room. Once he was tucked in, I turned off the light and climbed into bed myself. It was a restless night for me, though, my mind reeling with thoughts about the Games.
My mom, brother, and I were all sitting at the table, eating dinner and watching the news, when the announcement came on.
"Good evening, Panem," President Amelia Snow, President Coriolanus Snow's granddaughter, greeted. Everyone called her President Amelia, so we didn't mix up the two. "As you all know, Peeta Mellark and a few others were killed a few weeks ago when they tried stopping us from what we wanted to do. Foolish people."
My father's death had pained all of us. It was unexpected and hard to deal with. I had recovered from it somewhat, but thinking about it still upset me at times, so I tried not to. My friends always helped me out with that when I needed it.
"As you older people know, the Hunger Games would be going right about now," President Amelia continued. "And guess what? Now, without Peeta and those other rebels trying to stop us, we're going to bring them back." The Capitol citizens cheered - of course, they always liked watching a good show. They saw the Games as entertainment. However, the three of us stayed silent. It shouldn't have suprised us. We all knew what Dad was fighting for, but I think the fact that it was actually happening was what shocked us most. I had heard about what happened in the Games at school. I couldn't imagine what it would be like, having to kill 23 people just so you could stay alive and get out of the Games.
I turned to see my mom running up the stairs into her room. It was also common knowledge that she and my father had gone back into the games for the Quarter Quell the year after they went in the first time. I knew the news of it returning must have hurt her a lot.
I looked at PJ. He was 11 - just shy of the age limit for the Games - so he would be safe from it this year. But I could still see the fear written on his face. "Come here," I said to him, motioning him over. He walked over to me and sat on my lap. I could feel the warm tears on my shirt. I rubbed his back and tried comforting him. "You're too young for it. They can't and won't pick you. I promise." He noddded, sniffling as we watched President Amelia continue the announcement.
"There will be a few changes to this one. First of all, the tributes must stay in the arena for at least three weeks. At the end of those three weeks, whoever is still alive will be taken out, so long as there's less than eight of you. If there's more than eight, than the Games will continue for another week. Also, the Capitol citizens will be able to send the tributes foods, weapons, etcetera. And finally, the more people you kill in the Games, the more help you will get from outside of the arena. The reaping will be in one week. As the old saying went, good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
The news came back on, leaving my brother and I sitting alone, not even paying attention to what was on the TV, too lost in thought about these new changes to the Games, and the revival of the Games period.
"Come on. Let's go to bed," I finally said after about five minutes. PJ nodded, and we walked up to his room. Once he was tucked in, I turned off the light and climbed into bed myself. It was a restless night for me, though, my mind reeling with thoughts about the Games.