Before reading your question of the week read the first paragraph and then follow the instructions…..
Close your eyes…You made it back to your District from winning The Hunger Games…Your sitting in your house in Victors Village with your family watching the announcement of the Quarter Quell..You see the president draw an envelope from the box..in it reads ” On the seventy-fifth anniversary as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.” You pause for a moment and then it hits you. You are going back into the arena…. Here is your fan question of the week…
If you were called upon to return to the Quarter Quell as a tribute, What would be going through your mind? What emotions do you feel? What would be your strategy?
Remember you don’t have to write it from Katniss’ view. You are allowed to be your own character in this. If you want to be Katniss then write like you are her. If not write as someone else..have fun with it
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I’m Safe&Sound- Well I’d probably just stand in shock without moving a muscle for about 15 minutes and in those 15 minutes all the memories, events and deaths that lead up to the last Hunger Games would be replaying over and over in my head. Rue dying in my arms, Cato being killed. Every single thing that happened last time, replaying in my head. After that I’d probably isolate myself from everyone and not speak to anyone for about a week.
“This is the capitol’s revenge on me. I shouldn’t be surprised really. I mean from the moment me and Peeta were both declared victors, I literally bought myself and everyone I love a lifetime of hell.”
Once the realization starts to settle in, I would probably be fuming with rage inside. The capitol can’t keep doing this. They can’t treat us like puppets and do whatever they want with us. I’m going to show them. I’m going to show them what they’re dealing with.
If I defied them once, why not again? The only reason they’d do this is if they saw me as a threat. If you fight fire with fire what do you get? Well, will find out…
Renee- I’m sitting on the couch, watching as President Snow retrieves an envelope and implies that I and countless others are to go back to the arena and relive the nightmares I suffer through every night. I am shaking in fear and dreading the moment those Peacekeepers come to my door and carry me away… back to the arena. My heart bounds relentlessly in my chest and I feel as though my lungs are going to collapse inside my chest. Back, I’m going back. Back to the bloodshed and pain, to the Capitol and it’s sick, twisted games. No. I can’t go back. I can’t go back. This can’t be possible. Mistakes, the Capitol made a mistake; it wouldn’t be the first time. I can’t go back. I won’t. Never again will I go back. This can’t be happening. I can’t. I won’t be able to save myself. Not this time, not again.
I will fight. I will fight with every ounce of strength that I possess. They can’t do this. To me. To those kids. They have no right. Who gave them authority over our lives? And when did we conform to their distorted reign of terror? No more. It’s time to fight back, and not just in our minds; we do that enough every day. The battle fought within that arena is nothing without its tributes… an alliance that stretches throughout the entire band of victors. We will laugh in the face of the Capitol. A game of mockery, not bloodshed. This is our time, to rise from the blood and ashes and take back what is rightfully ours. Our lives and our freedom.
That is what I have felt since returning home from the arena.
Because when I won, I chose to forget. I chose not to feel. Because if I felt – then all the blood and horror and death of the Hunger Games would haunt me forever.
But now, with the announcement of the Quarter Quell, everything has changed.
I begin to feel again.
I begin to remember.
Already I feel the Capitol’s sting creeping back upon me with the prospect of returning to that dreadful place.
And yet, in a strange, morbid sort of way, the thought of going to my certain death lifts a burden off my shoulders. For perhaps in death, I may truly forget how twisted this world of ours is. In death, the Capitol can no longer pull my puppet strings to make me dance for their glory.
Perhaps finally, I shall be free.
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