(I.) 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

                                    

                                          

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(I.) 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔
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THERE WERE BIRDS chirping outside the window of the kitchen. The windows were open and it was a bit windy as the clear curtains were flowing softly. 
I stared into the distance at the plate full of food. My hands still shaking but I stopped doing so using my other hand, pressing it together. Taking some breaths at the moment I heard a noise by the time the upstairs bedroom door closed shut. I could hear faint footsteps going downstairs, there was a man that appeared. His facial was chiseled so that you could see his features well. Deep blue eyes and dark orange hair. 
The man sat down at the chair and started eating the food that was placed on the plate in front of him before staring up at me. 
"Are you going to volunteer this year?" The man asked as he placed his spoon on the table. I stared at him for a moment and then at the food that was provided on my own plate before replying "I.. Im not sure." I mumbled, placing up a smile still, on which I heard a hum from him. It was monotone.
I couldn't read what he was implying. I then heard a few noises upstairs and footsteps going down. "Dad! DAD! Caelo won't let me borrow his clothes" a huff was heard. Two pairs of blondes came out of the corner
"Well, I told you that I am wearing the clothes TO-DAY. It is my reaping clothes." The guy, Caelo who was an inch taller than the other blonde that was huffing replied. The man, who was called dad, sighed as the inch young boy kicked Caelo's feet and Caelo shrieked in pain like a girl.
"Now now. No more messes,  stop creating some noise, and go take a seat." A sweet calming voice told, me it was a woman with light blonde hair that was tied onto a bun, a rounded face, and eyes blue.  
Both stopped bickering and started to sit down in the dining room. The woman held 
my shoulders. "Good morning, you made breakfast? It looks good" She kissed my forehead as I smiled softly "Morning Mom" 
"What about me?" He coughed, "Dad enough." The boy groaned, making Caelo beside him smack him behind his back lightly. Making him choke his portion of eggs "Hey!" He grunted
The woman chuckled lightly at the actions of her children and husband. "Right right" She gave a small peck kiss on his forehead as well. Then turned to me as I tried to gulp the food on my plate. 
"So.. today's reaping day." My mother struck me with such information. Making me struggle to munch my food again "Yeah." I directed a response "Are you going to volunteer? You are after all one of the best ones yet if I recall" My mother gave a smile while patting my head which kind of calmed me down. 
I could feel my father staring at me trying to see what I would do. I didn't want to volunteer. I didn't want to go to the games. But was it ever like I had a choice?
Today was the 72nd Hunger Games.
I was from District 2. District 2 was considered one of the larger wealthier districts in Panem, second to District 1 naturally, as it was in close proximity to the Capitol. The masonry district was luxurious for a district, separated into different villages filled with large apartments and mansions.