I trudge up the stairs of our wooden cabin, and collapse into the arms if my bed. I am out like a light. The পরবর্তি morning, I feel like I'll never be able to roll out of বিছানা again. I sadly, eventually have to as I slide down onto the floor, and tumble down the stairs headfirst, blanket and all. I realize I have walked in on my family breakfast, as I slowly get up, and see their faces. As grim as can be. But why would they be like this? Did someone in our family pass away? These প্রশ্ন are immediately answered দ্বারা my mother and father, as if they can read my mind.
"Uh, son, I know it's hard, but, today-," my father starts as my mother cuts him off and says,"To- today is... the reaping." After that, she bursts into tears, and wraps her arms around my tense scared body. I am shocked. I fidget. I sweat. I feel my হৃদয় racing, faster and faster each moment. I feel as if all the life has been drained from me and transferred to the Capitol. A few weeks ago, they announced the Quarter Quell twist, which occurs every 25 years. Kids will be voted in দ্বারা their own people. Neighbors. Friends. Family. I am now grimmer than they were at the start. I kind of disconnect from the world and think about President Locke. He has no emotions. No feelings. No heart. He sends in 24 helpless children, and barely alive leaves a single spared lucky life. I come back to my senses and loosen up. Nothing to worry about. The odds of me getting chosen are like one in a billion. I calm myself down, rinse off, and get dressed. Since I am the only one in my family who is older than 12 and younger than 18, I am heading alone to the roped off areas, where people who will be announced tributes of The Hunger Games in মিনিট pace around nervously. I feel my lungs starting to seize up and tighten. I suddenly feel my শার্ট soak up sweat, and my upper lip and brow start sweating to, so I wipe it off with the back of my hand. My face feels red, and I start to heat up. I manage to bare down and breath. Relax. Calm down, breathe in, breathe out. Good, finally. Over.
As we are coralled and divide up দ্বারা age and gender, some notice Leonel Trunics pacing behind an ajar door, reciting lines to himself. He bangs through the door, startling everyone. He comes out falsely smiling, waving, blowing kisses to us, who are stonefaced. It is quiet. আপনি can hear a pin drop. My eyes dart around to the others, as আপনি can see the tenseness in every single human being entrapped in the white ropes. Then the machine that makes clapping noises shuts off, as the theme music, treating it like a game show, while one boy and girl will be participating in a much less fun game. Then he does his signature, famous, and yet unpopular saying,"Happy Hunger Games! Remember, if আপনি are chosen, don't die!",as he chuckles to himself. That happens, along with other rituals. The other twist অথবা turn? I hear him call out my name. "Devin Qurstil? Do we have a 'Devin Qurstil' here? If so, step right up!" My eyes widen with fear. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to cry. I tense up, as my legs force me to go up the steps. My own people have sent me to die. My friends. My neighbors. Even my own family, possibly. The প্রশ্ন wanders my head, as the rest is a blur: Why???
"Uh, son, I know it's hard, but, today-," my father starts as my mother cuts him off and says,"To- today is... the reaping." After that, she bursts into tears, and wraps her arms around my tense scared body. I am shocked. I fidget. I sweat. I feel my হৃদয় racing, faster and faster each moment. I feel as if all the life has been drained from me and transferred to the Capitol. A few weeks ago, they announced the Quarter Quell twist, which occurs every 25 years. Kids will be voted in দ্বারা their own people. Neighbors. Friends. Family. I am now grimmer than they were at the start. I kind of disconnect from the world and think about President Locke. He has no emotions. No feelings. No heart. He sends in 24 helpless children, and barely alive leaves a single spared lucky life. I come back to my senses and loosen up. Nothing to worry about. The odds of me getting chosen are like one in a billion. I calm myself down, rinse off, and get dressed. Since I am the only one in my family who is older than 12 and younger than 18, I am heading alone to the roped off areas, where people who will be announced tributes of The Hunger Games in মিনিট pace around nervously. I feel my lungs starting to seize up and tighten. I suddenly feel my শার্ট soak up sweat, and my upper lip and brow start sweating to, so I wipe it off with the back of my hand. My face feels red, and I start to heat up. I manage to bare down and breath. Relax. Calm down, breathe in, breathe out. Good, finally. Over.
As we are coralled and divide up দ্বারা age and gender, some notice Leonel Trunics pacing behind an ajar door, reciting lines to himself. He bangs through the door, startling everyone. He comes out falsely smiling, waving, blowing kisses to us, who are stonefaced. It is quiet. আপনি can hear a pin drop. My eyes dart around to the others, as আপনি can see the tenseness in every single human being entrapped in the white ropes. Then the machine that makes clapping noises shuts off, as the theme music, treating it like a game show, while one boy and girl will be participating in a much less fun game. Then he does his signature, famous, and yet unpopular saying,"Happy Hunger Games! Remember, if আপনি are chosen, don't die!",as he chuckles to himself. That happens, along with other rituals. The other twist অথবা turn? I hear him call out my name. "Devin Qurstil? Do we have a 'Devin Qurstil' here? If so, step right up!" My eyes widen with fear. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to cry. I tense up, as my legs force me to go up the steps. My own people have sent me to die. My friends. My neighbors. Even my own family, possibly. The প্রশ্ন wanders my head, as the rest is a blur: Why???
This is written completely দ্বারা me so don't আপনি dare steal it! If আপনি do use it, remember to credit me, অথবা else! This was inspired দ্বারা THG & My friend Nadia (Nahh-Deee-Aaahh)
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause আপনি never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week পূর্বে
but আপনি never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of আপনি im blind in the eye
I must admit আপনি didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
আপনি see, i was quite hungry
and আপনি didnt give me
That pie when i told আপনি i needed it
But now আপনি can see what আপনি have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
I bust the windows out your shop
'cause আপনি never gave me my chops
i asked for them a week পূর্বে
but আপনি never delivered them, no
I bust the windows out your shop
when i figured you'd never deliver
Those mutton chops in that mutton pie
so because of আপনি im blind in the eye
I must admit আপনি didn't do it
but i aint forgiving you, not a bit
'cause i went to the games
and i got punched in the face
আপনি see, i was quite hungry
and আপনি didnt give me
That pie when i told আপনি i needed it
But now আপনি can see what আপনি have done
My eye has gone, forever it has gone
ow,ow,ow,ow
(Credit to xitsdanielle on tumblr)
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
আপনি better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
আপনি better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
Katniss is a fierce dame.
She’ll lift up her bow and quickly take aim.
Peeta likes to bake bread, in his dad’s oven
He’s a baker man.
They’re tributes in The Hunger Games.
Now all of Panem knows their names.
And they don’t even know what,
but they’ve gotta survive, yeah they’ve gotta survive.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
আপনি better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games
আপনি better run, better hide, gotta be quicker.
All the tributes in The Hunger Games.
Fighting for their lives, trying to be the victor.