New day coming {kire}

It's too hot. With the sun beaming down from the sky destroying everything in it's path, but despite having no grass for it to ruin, it's melting my body. Sweat pours from my brow running down my face before evaporating forever. Birds fly in the sky silently. I wish I could hear what they sound like. I wish I could hear what my own family sounds like. It's hard to believe that five years ago Storm was reaped for the games. That he died a death he didn't deserve, and just six years ago Jabber was taken away. Destroyed in the bloodbath. They tossed him around like a rag doll. Maybe it was because he wasn't a fighter. I won't ever know because he's no longer here.

Thankfully the family has had it easy for the last four games. Nobody was reaped for them, and now I'm out of the reaping, and I have been since the sixty-sixth games. It's nice feeling free, but what is freedom? It comes with a price. I work many hours throughout the day trying to provide for myself. I'm grateful for the opportunity my parents gave me. A gentle breeze tickles my skin causing every hair on my body to rise into the sky. It's enough to cool me off. To remove the sweat from my body, but th emoment it disappears, my life becomes miserable. People run around. Children run around in the polluted streets playing. I was young once, and I played with the children in the district, but very few wanted to play with me.

I stop for a moment turning every direction trying to remember which streets to take to go to my cousin Wess' house. Maybe I can visit with him and Flowwy. They're part of my family after all. No matter what I tell people, they don't seem to understand that family runs much deeper than blood. Family means people care for you. That they love you. Mom and dad love me very much. They care for me all the time. They adopted me when I was a baby. I have blood relation to them, but they mean the world. I'm just glad that I have a family.

Finally, after making many twists and turns, I find the house I'm looking for. The house belonging to his cousin. Feeling the full effects of the heat, I tur up the tiny road leading towards the door. My clothes drenched in sweat. My heart racing rapidly under my chest. My lungs begging for air, and I take a moment to regain my compsure before walking towards the door as a wonderful idea floats into my mind. Maybe today I can find someone to care for that nobody else cares for. Maybe I can find someone that'll call me daddy. Someone to love like my family loves me.

When I reach the door, I start knocking as hard as I possibly can pondering what the sound of my fist on a door sounds like. And I keep knocking, and I don't stop until someone answers.