Panem. Why did I have to go to Panem? I just had to go there. Then I learned my fate.
“Mom?” I asked my mother.
“Yes? Wh… what is It.” she told me while pausing to cry.
“What did they tell you and dad outside?”
More and more crying from my mother. I knew immediately it was bad news.
“I’m so sorry sweetie.” My mother and father told me. “We’re going back to Panem.... because you are going to compete in the 99th Hunger Games.”
Bursts of crying from my parents and I.
I started of thinking of suicide so I don’t have to go through the games but then I also thought that if my parents lived through the 74th Hunger Games, I could too.
“Mom,” I told my mother “I thought that there were no more Hunger Games.”
“That’s what I told the guards,” my mother responded “But the new president of Panem, Cornelius’s Snow’s son, recreated them.” “But . . . then why is it the 99th Hunger Games?” I ask her “Because, it’s been 24 years since the last games.” “Oh” I tell her.
“When are we going to get there?” I asked.
“Tomorrow.” My mother told me. “Just before you go to training you’ll get to see Grandma and”
Then I thought back about my mother. She risked her life to save Aunt Prim. Aunt Prim was chosen out of the thousands of people in District 12 to compete in the 74th Games. She was going to die… on live TV, in front of grandma and mother.
“Mom, Dad, I was wondering when we get to Panem. That you guys could teach me how to hunt.
My mom just stopped crying and then responded, “Yes we could. You just have to be strong in there. Both physically and mentally, the game could sometimes get to your head.”
In just one night I’ll be back in my native country, Panem, or as I call it “Hell.”