I woke up to a gloomy day. The reaping. I sigh, and get out of bed. I get dressed in a blue dress. I look into the mirror. My mom comes into the room, and braids my black hair. Everyday, she tells me I медведь a strong resemblance to my father, but she never tells me who he is. "You look remarkable!" she says. She sighs. "Isabella Everdeen... I hope that name isn't pulled"
"That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of them my name could have been pulled and we might have had atleast one chance to win."
My mom hits my leg. There stands a red mark, waiting to turn into a bruse. I rub it, trying to calm the nerves. It did no such treatment. "ISABELLA! Ты know not to talk of the Games that way! Yeah, I know the games are meaningless, but its a punishment for Panem. It's quite reasonable for me, but I don't like it."
"But mom, some of them stand defenseless. At least I would have had a chance.Gale has taught me how to make a bow and the arrows. He taught me how to hunt, throw a throwing knife, and skin an animal." Gale is a good friend of my moms. He tells me about his and my moms adventures, while they hunted together. He is a respectable man. I peer into the mirror. The blue dress complements my crystal blue eyes. I look very tasteful. I shake with nervousness. My mom calms me down.
Its one'oclock. My mom and I head down to the square where the reaping is. There stands two big glass balls filled with names. Six of them mine, but there are kids that have almost 42 entries. What are the odds of having my name picked? Effie Trinket walks onto the stage. "I have an announcment to make. Me and Haymitch are getting too old to be at these reapings and help the tributes of District 12. So I am glad to pull up the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" My mom and Peeta go onto the stage. My mom and Peeta are honorable people. I look in the crowd for Gale. I spot him, and smile. He waves back. My mom walks over to the glass bowl filled with the girls' names. There is a smile on her face. When she picks the name out her smile runs away. Her gaze drops "Isabella Everdeen. Your a tribute to District 12"
"That game is foolishness! There are countless names in Panem. There are 24 tributes. Two of them from District 12. We havn't won in 36 years. 15 of them, I've been alive. 3 of them my name could have been pulled and we might have had atleast one chance to win."
My mom hits my leg. There stands a red mark, waiting to turn into a bruse. I rub it, trying to calm the nerves. It did no such treatment. "ISABELLA! Ты know not to talk of the Games that way! Yeah, I know the games are meaningless, but its a punishment for Panem. It's quite reasonable for me, but I don't like it."
"But mom, some of them stand defenseless. At least I would have had a chance.Gale has taught me how to make a bow and the arrows. He taught me how to hunt, throw a throwing knife, and skin an animal." Gale is a good friend of my moms. He tells me about his and my moms adventures, while they hunted together. He is a respectable man. I peer into the mirror. The blue dress complements my crystal blue eyes. I look very tasteful. I shake with nervousness. My mom calms me down.
Its one'oclock. My mom and I head down to the square where the reaping is. There stands two big glass balls filled with names. Six of them mine, but there are kids that have almost 42 entries. What are the odds of having my name picked? Effie Trinket walks onto the stage. "I have an announcment to make. Me and Haymitch are getting too old to be at these reapings and help the tributes of District 12. So I am glad to pull up the winners of the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" My mom and Peeta go onto the stage. My mom and Peeta are honorable people. I look in the crowd for Gale. I spot him, and smile. He waves back. My mom walks over to the glass bowl filled with the girls' names. There is a smile on her face. When she picks the name out her smile runs away. Her gaze drops "Isabella Everdeen. Your a tribute to District 12"
I know the way it eats your mind
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves Ты silent, blind
Long after you've had enough
I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way Ты feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves Ты feeling used
I know the way it stabs your сердце
The way it leaves Ты here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear Ты apart
The time Ты really need
I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves Ты blue
Ты say Ты see, when not really seeing
Ты say Ты know, but that's not true
I know the way Ты try and hide it
But then Ты know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie Ты call friendship, I can't unravel.
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves Ты silent, blind
Long after you've had enough
I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way Ты feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves Ты feeling used
I know the way it stabs your сердце
The way it leaves Ты here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear Ты apart
The time Ты really need
I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves Ты blue
Ты say Ты see, when not really seeing
Ты say Ты know, but that's not true
I know the way Ты try and hide it
But then Ты know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie Ты call friendship, I can't unravel.