A Whole New Game- Chapter 1 -A Hunger Games Story
AnchorI begin to raise my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright afternoon sun when a shadow looms over me, taking care of the job.
CertaintyEven with the curtains drawn, I can tell by the pounding against the windows and on the rooftop that the rain hasn't died down one bit. It has been raining on and off all spring, but today it's coming down especially hard. I even woke up in the middle of the night not because of nightmares, but because of that incessant pounding, but Peeta just wrapped his arms around me, tucked my head under his chin, and held me safe, sound, and warm in his arms until I drifted back to sleep, listening to the rain just like back in our little cave in the arena.
RenewalOn the outside I am cool, calm, and collected, but in the inside my heart is racing and there is so much excitement welling up inside of me that it's all I can do to not run towards my goal. I've been planning this for a while, however, and the last thing I want to do is jeopardize my mission by losing my head and rushing into things. And so, I have to fight to keep every step at a relatively normal pace. I can't help but do a half walking, half running thing when I know no one's looking, but for the most part I try to look as unsuspicious as possible. Past the rows of crops I go, each fruit, vegetable, and herb being carefully attended to by a resident of District 12. Past the large medicine factory whose cargo will reach every far reaching tip of Panem. It comforts me to know that Grandma, all the way in District 4, will be one of those people receiving our meds. On and on I go until I'm in the heart of town. I can smell the sweet aroma of newly baked bread floating out from the open