Life Or Death (60th Hunger Games, A FanFic)

"You, Dalia, some time I dont get you."
I laughed, shaking my head. My dark auburn curls brushing up against my face as I did.
"Why do you say that, Mace?"
We walked though the market place. I stopped, and picked up a strawberry, smelling it. I filled my wicken basket with a few, and paid the man behind it. His face was hairless, no eye brows or nothing. Sometime I believed I would never under stand the Capital's Fashion sense. The current rave was hair. Or no hair I should say. Women would walk around, blad headed and all.
"Why do you want to go to District 12, of all the Districts."
I shrugged, and looked at him as we crossed the street. A car stopped, and honk at us. I let out a laugh as I grabbed his dark hand, and ran to the other sidewalk.
"Because, all my life I've grown up seeing the Districts though the big screen. I want to see it for my self.....This my be my last chance." I added the last part quitely. "I mean in a few years, I'll become president, and I'll be trapped here!"
He linked his left arm though my right, and carried my basket.
"Not if you dont want to."
I let out a small gasp. I knew what he spoke of. The Rebellion, he was a strong active member. Though in secret, ofcourse.
"I dont mean like that! No one under stands! I want so much more then everyone has planned for me! I want to be free, escape from this place. To the wild!"
He laughed, his white teeth poping up against his light brown skin.
"You wouldnt last a mintue!"
I took my arm from him stopping. My poofy dress swrilled around my legs.
"How do you know!?"
"You want to die? Might as well go into the Hunger Games!"
He laughed, and I grabbed my basket from him. I stuck my nose up, as I walked away. He relized I was walking away, and ran to catch me.
"Hey! Come one, D, it was joke!"
I looked at him the corner of my eyes.
"I did not find it funny!"
"Relax D, we all know you're not going into the Games."
I slowed down. I looked down at the light grey side walks.
"I know....but I want to make a differnce! I dont want to just sit around, and controll people! We could do so much more."
He grabbed me, and spun me on my heels.
"Then do something. Go to President Snow, ask him to stop the Games. Convice him! You're his daughter, he has to listen to you!"
I shook my head, and started walking again.
"No, I cant."
"Then you're no worst then the rest of them!"
I stopped short.
"Dont you dare say that! You think I havent gone to my father? You think I enjoy seeing kids younger then me Die?"
I shook my head.
"I dont, Mace. But, he always tells me the same thing. Talking about the past, and keeping people 'in line'. And he always ends it with 'One day when you're ruling you'll under stand.' But I just cant!"
"Dalia, I'm sorry."
I shook my head. He relized what pressure I was under. To be next to rule, yet not agree with the laws you're ment to keep in place. And being powerless to stop them.
"It's fine. But I've seen what this country use to be. I mean before the Dark Days, before the land went bad. Back when we were still the U.S.A, a place where people came with dreams....and lived them! And now look at us! Pushed down to nothing."
He wrapped his right arm around me.
"Maybe one day when you rule, your dream will come true! Maybe you could start an effect! And pass it down to your children!"
I smiled. Mace really was a great friend.
"Thanks Mace. Look, I need to go pack. I'll see at the interviews?"
"I'll be in the front row, right next to your seat."
I smiled, and hugged him.

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I picked up my smallest bag, and sat it on my bed. My room was lush, like my own bed room. Light brown carpet, with light peach walls, and white curtains, and bed spread. I looked out my window, taking one last look at the Capital. My home. I rolled my lips, as I opened my room's door. The train's halls were small, just big enough to fit a cart though, maybe two bodies.
No one.
I closed my door again, and sat on my bed. I should be getting ready for lunch, but I couldnt. My room was dark all for small light on my night stand. It reminded me of being in basement of my house. It was huge, alteat 4 floor down into the moutain. But there were wonderful things hidden behind the closed, locked doors. That was how I learned about Panem, hit's hidden history that the government refused to show to the world. I found wonderful little black boxes that I put into another box, and plus that into a tv, and a picture pops up! There were so many things our-my people were missing out on. Like there was once a man named Walt Dinsey, and he had this wondeful land called Disneyland. On those black rectangles, it looked wonderful. I dreamed of one day going back to that time. When life was easy and fun.

But nothing can stay good, now can it? Like loosing my mother when I was 8, learning the truth about my father at 12. The same year I joined the Rebellion.

I got up, and headed to my barthroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could feel the slight movement of the train under my feet. It shocked me to learn we were taking the train, and not flying.

I looked alot like my mother. High cheeck bones set perfectally on a heart shaped face. Aubrun curls that bounced with every little movement I made. I had my father's eyes though. Deep and dark, just like him, yet they didnt hold the hardness like his did. Mine were soft like my mother's green one.

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"Dalia? We're coming up onto the station. Are you ready?"
My head turned from the windo, to my father. His once brown hair had mixed with sliver, now having streaks running though it.
"Yes, Papa.Do I look okay?"
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He nodded his head, not smiling. The only memory I have of him ever smiling was when he was with my mother. I nodded back. My curls were all pinned back into a ponytail like style.
Maybe his lack of smiles was from saddness. Or maybe they were from guilt. For what he did to her. What he has to see every day. Me, a piece of her.

Walking out onto the stage, the crowd sat slient. I knew most were fond of me. My father stayed in his room on the train. For reasons unknown to me. I gave a small flitch when Haymitch sat next to me. He had the faint smell of vodka on him.

I bit my tounge. I'm sure most wonder why he drinks so much, maybe it's maddness they say. But if only they knew the truth. My heart went out to him. I turned on my seat and smiled.
"Hello Haymitch. Er-um, how are you?"
He looked at me. He came real close and breathed in my face. I got a choking amout of his fould smelling breath. He let out a smile, and turned his head abit.
"Fine, thank you."

I nodded quickly, and turned back to the crowd. Though it had only been 10 years since Haymitch won, he had really gone down hill. I crossed my legs, and rest my hands on my lap, watching the crowd, and waiting for thier mayor. I did the math;
He was 16 when he won, 10 years later...26. Faced with such a hard life in such a short time.

Mace was right, this was a sad place. So many thin and dirty people. They were a mining town, though. I turned my head down a bit to the right. Thinking. I looked down, and noticed my sleeve on my left arm had come up abit. The thin sliver lines shined in the sunlight. I quickly pulled my sleeve down, hoping no one had noticed.

Then somke woman came up on stage. Oh yes, Effie, she was someone who was on and off in the scene of the Capital. As I sat there my butt started to go numb. The hard stright back chair brought unpleasent thoughts to my mind.
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"In a few weeks, Reaping will happen. I want you to go to District 12, they will chose a girl, Hannah White. She's 18, family all dead. You will volunteer, and take her place."
I gasped, as I started at the black wall. The woman stood behind where I sat.
"But it that not against the rule?"
"There's no where, where it says you cant volunteer. It only states your name shall never be drawn. She's been spying for us, and the capital has raised questions. So they plan to put her in, she'd wouldnt make it past the first hour."
I lifted and eyebrow. I didn't second geuss them on the drawing, they could tell when the Capital was up to something.
"And if I dont?"
"We kill him."
"Kill my father, I could care less."
She let out a snort.
"Not your father, Mace."
I took a deep breath.
"You wouldn't dare."
With out seening I could tell in her voice she was smiling.
"Oh, but we would."
I clentched my hands into fist.
"What if I loose?"
"You wont."
"If I win?"
"We wait. You volunteer shows your rebellion to the Capital. We just need it to set in."
I thought of Mace, of my mother. Then slowly, I turned my head, and spoke my answer.

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As Effie reached into the bowl, my hand begun to sweat, and my heart started to pound in my heart.
"Hannah White!"
I saw a small girl stepping forward, she was a bit pale, and looked up at me. I was her freedom. He chance to get out, and away and back to them. My jaw shook. Before I could think about it any more, I stood, my voice coming out clean and clear. ( and under controll.....hahaha a TV Ad joke :P )
My right foot step forward, and I lifted my hand.
"I volunteer!"