Thread:The Symphonic Taco/@comment-25601050-20150208094852/@comment-24037865-20150208100647

Could I make a few changes?

I sit on the tree branch with a bloody knife in my hand. Covered in my own blood. I couldn't care less. I'm only reminiscing about the incident years ago. The incident that killed my best friends, Fiorella and Madeleine. I was sitting here, at this exact spot, when...

It's too painful to talk about. The point is that I killed their kidnapper too late. It was too late to save them.

I hop off the tree I was in and walk to the Reaping. My father, the President, thinks I've gone missing for the past few years. Imagine his surprise seeing me volunteer.

I think about this as I walk silently, and finally reach the square. I make my way through the eighteen-year-olds as the escort, Raspy Blue, gives his boring speech.

"And now," he reads out the card containing the name of the female tribute, "the female tribute of this year's Hunger Games: Mays - "

"I volunteer!" I shout and make my way to the stage, ignoring the glances people give me. "Rose Wells. Remember me?"

No one says any more. Even Raspy is stunned. "And our male tribute this year," he continues, "is Emil Grace."

A strong-looking guy walks to the stage.

"Your tributes this year: Rose Wells and Emil Grace!"

People cheer, but it's halfhearted. They're still too stunned to see me alive.