User blog:Laurynpin7/The story of Oarma and the 70th games

THE 70TH HUNGER GAMES:

I think to myself “My love Davet”. I stand up from the chair I was sitting in and reach for the phone ever so slowly. I dial the number I now know by heart and tap my foot quickly until he answers. Well you see my parents died this morning and I really needed to tell him.

 “Hello?” Davet says into the phone. At that very moment I lose it, Big time. With tears still running down my face I hear him saying “Its ok everything is going to be fine.” I swear he always says the right thing, at the right moment.

 I stop crying just to hear him say “I know they will always be there I promise”. I fall silent and Davet says “So what are we going to name him?” “I don’t know” I say. “How about Daibheid” Davet replies. “That’s perfect” I exclaim. Why I didn’t think of it before is beyond myself. Naming my son dearly loved is all I could ask for.

           The only thing I could think about was how I would never really get to see him after this. A fear of terror went through my spine knowing that I was going to hurt my dearly loved by thinking of going to the games and maybe not winning. I was pregnant and really I could not think of the negative. But tomorrow is the moment of truth I thought. The day of the horribly unthinkable, the reaping.

           “Good Morning” says the T.V. announcer. “Uhhg” I say putting my pillow on top of my head. I had accidentally turned over onto the remote while sleeping. I realize that I would be in the reaping today. Once the thought registered I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was already 12:30. I look at the clock wide eyed and run to pick out my reaping clothes.

A nice purple dress was the best thing in my closest. I take it out and lay it on my bed. Then with no delay I hop in the shower and wash my beautiful long black hair. After the shower I slip into my dress and look in the mirror. I then recite the thing I would say if I got chosen in the games.

“My name is Oamra Ashby, and I am proud to say I am in the 70th Hunger Games”. I then put my hair in a braid and put a little bit of makeup on, just enough to see my bright blue eyes. Being the fact I am from district 2 I really had to train for this and make sure I could not be one of the first ones dead. Well no one told me I had to be in the games but I just had a gut feeling I was going to be called. Really, truly, I hoped I get my named called but seriously why did all of this have to happen. Just because I was married to last year’s winner and I was going to have a son the capital decided to chose me. My husband did not like to talk about the games at all. I guess killing someone really has a toll on your thinking. I hope I don’t end up like him because I really truly couldn’t deal with myself if those thoughts went through my head every single night. My husband is 20 and I am 18, which means this is the last year I can go into the reaping. Thank the capital for putting this on my shoulders.

I look again at the time and end up having to leave my apartment. I look outside the door and see the dusty district which I call home. I walk out slowly but surly to the reaping and hope that those names I have heard so many times before will not include mine this year.

“OAMRA” Caligh yells. “I have something for you!” “Caligh” I yell back “You do not by all means have to scream in my ear.” “Right sorry” she says as she comes racing over to where I am. This is for you a pin I found at the store. “Thanks” I said. The pin was shaped like a triangle and a little rose was inside it.

This is the very first time Caligh will be in the reaping and she is quite scared about it. I occanchonally tell her that “The odds will be in your favor I promise” Every time she hears me say that she always smiles and laughs a little bit. Then today she said “But what if there not in yours?” When I heard that I felt my face drop and said back “Don’t worry about me I will survive this time I promise”. I then hug her and we start running to the stage.

           I walk with her holding hands and stand in front of many other children that do not want there names called ever more than I do. Some girls behind us are waling and others are just standing there with no expression on there face awaiting the capitols burden. A young strange looking woman walks onto the stage. Her skin is pale blue and her hair is blue/green. No one talks when she says “Welcome to the reaping. May the odds be ever in your favor”. If you really wanted to you could hear a pin drop or the sound from the ocean next to district 4. “Well let’s start with the girls shall we?” She reaches her hand into the huge glass jar which all the names of the girls ages nine thru eighteen. She pulls one of the thin papers out and walks back over to the microphone. “Well, our games tribute is Oamra Ashby”.

I look at her in horror and the protection of my son flashes before my eyes and realize that I really… Guards come and take me to the front before I was able to finish my thought. I heard Davet screaming in the back ground. But my mind kind of blanks out and I really can’t think of what will happen next. I walk up on stage and look out to the audience and see all the faces staring at me. It’s when it hits me. The pain and the agony I will be portraying in the next 2 weeks. I try to scream but nothing comes out of my mouth.

The lady then walks over to the boy’s container and pulls out a paper, comes over to the stand and reads the name aloud. “Hickory Gadfly” she calls. I look at the boy tribute that I will be fighting to save my life. He stands there motionless letting it sink in and then walk towards the front.

He walks on stage shakes my hand and we are sent off to the holding rooms. Davet runs into the room with his face as white as snow. He looks at me then says “Daibheid”. This time I break down crying sobbing and I tell him that if I don’t make it back that you should fine another lover and do not have any hard feelings towards it. The Guards come into the room and take him away. All I do is sit there and think my life cant any worse than this.

I hear a gun shot. “Ahhhh” I realize the scream came from Davet, the man I truly love. I run out of the room to find him dead on the floor. The guards told me that he had a gun in his hands and was making his way back to the room I was in they could tell he was getting ready to kill me. I screamed and this time I knew nothing could be worse than what just happened.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">We loaded up in the train and the other tribute; I think his name was Hickory looked like he was going to be sick. I looked at him and said “Hey”. He looked at me for a second, studied my face and replied “Why me of all people have to be hear” he had tried to say it silently but the women had heard him and started scolding him. “Maggi, why are you scolding these two children? They are about to go into a death game don’t say anything else”. I gulped as the women that had said these words stepped out from the corner. “Hello” he said. The woman was light skinned and had dark brown hair with fairly green eyes. “You must be Oamra and Hickory” she said. I nodded my head silently and Hickory did the same.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">“My name is Jordyn. I won the games about 16 years ago” she said. “Honnor to meet you”. The thought of winning the hunger games was beyond me. I blurted out “I don’t care if I win. I have nothing to come back to.” The room fell silent as I rethought my words I said “I didn’t mean to say that, you see….” Just then Hickory cut me off. I thought in my mind sarcastically “Wow great first impression. Who knows he could be the first one dead”.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oamra Are you going to answer my question?”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">“Huh”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oamra, Hickory asked u a question” said Jordyn

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh sorry, can u repeat that” I said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">“Sure… I said that I heard a gun shot in the back rooms before we left did you know who got shot?”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I started balling. I had totally forgotten about Davet and how he died right before I had left. I gathered my courage and said “My loved one, Davet”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I woke up to the sight of the capital. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was like a dream and I didn’t want the perfect dream to end. My life had been crushed yesterday and I didn’t want it to get any worse. So before I got out of bed I promised my self that I was going to die in the area

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">Maggi had come in right after and I felt kind of invaded with not having personal space. She came and got me up and helped me put my clothes on... I said I didn’t need help but she just insisted on so, after a while I gave in. she got me dressed in a beautiful green dress and lead me to my stylists room to get me ready for going out in public. I was a doll to them. They had stripped me of my leg hair with the type of glue that stuck to your skin and ripped it off. It hurt like crazy but I was forced to go through the pain anyways. They then got my makeup on and said that I looked beautiful but really all I looked like was a girl with WAY to much makeup on. I had said to them “I do not want that much makeup” did they lission no. In my head I said I wondered if I would still be here if I would have never married Davet. At times I wished I hadn’t but really I loved him and I still do and now I have a son coming soon. I thought that we would be together forever but now look where he’s gotten me I don’t want anything to do with him even if he was still here.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I see my designer. His name is apparently Maxell I can tell he’s a very nice guy. “Hello my name is Oamra” I say trying to act as nice as possible. “Hello” he replies. He told me about what I am going to wear for the opening ceremony and how this was going to work, and that and, lots of other stuff I really didn’t catch. He put me in a bright blue dress that had a bunch of tools all over it. It looked like gears turning back and forth. He said “There is a magic touch”. I looked at him oddly and he pressed a button on the side of the dress and let my eyes behold the gears in the dress started moving. The dress reminded me of home and the beautiful designs of gears. I hugged Maxwell, and he lead me to where Hickory was.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">He looked just like me, clothes wise anyways. We stood in awe of Maxwell’s work and he said “There is one more surprise”. The gears moved and made little sparks out of out costumes so they looked just stunning. I giggled with delight and walked into the line which we would be shown to the capital to.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">By:Lauryn Wilson