My name is Iris Blanchette. I’m 15 years old and my parents died in a car accident. Well that’s what my sister Morgan always tells me. I miss Mom and Dad, they always made me blueberry pancakes and wrote love notes. How can they simply die by a car accident? I was young when they passed away so I just obeyed my sister everyday. I can tell that Morgan despises me. I honestly don’t know what I have done to make her hate me so much. Anyways, lets just talk about me for right now.
I hate school, the district, and life in general. There’s no use in living! When it’s the day of the reaping, every year I have the slightest feeling of wanting to participate in the Hunger games. Honestly, I feel like I’d rather fight then stay at home and get tortured from Morgan. Our neighbor adopted me at age 5 with my sister.
My sister thinks of me as her test object always electrocuting me with weird things. I hate it! I remember this one time when I was eating cereal and she came over and electrocuted me with a odd looking object. I immediately dropped my spoon on the floor and fell out of my chair. I winced in pain and I looked into my sister’s eyes. She didn’t even say sorry nor did I feel a sense of worry. She just stared at me and started laughing. From that day on, I didn’t even consider her my sister.
Everyday when I go to school, I feel like a lonely soul floating around in the classroom. No one recognizes me or talks to me. Not even the teacher. People think I’m shy and cowardly, but honestly I used to be a bright, optimistic person until my parents passed away. Sometimes I wonder what actually happened to mom and dad. I mean a car accident? There’s only been 4 car accidents in history in district three. I asked my Step mom (neighbor) if she knew anything, but each time she would just look at me with pity and walk away.
The reaping will start in 4 days. I’m kind of worried. I know that I said I wanted to participate earlier, but I don’t know… I sort of don’t want to either. What if I die? I hate life and there’s no point of living, but I fear death. If I do get chosen I wish someone volunteered for me…but no one even knows me. Perhaps my sister…never mind that thought she hates me.
I hate school, the district, and life in general. There’s no use in living! When it’s the day of the reaping, every year I have the slightest feeling of wanting to participate in the Hunger games. Honestly, I feel like I’d rather fight then stay at home and get tortured from Morgan. Our neighbor adopted me at age 5 with my sister.
My sister thinks of me as her test object always electrocuting me with weird things. I hate it! I remember this one time when I was eating cereal and she came over and electrocuted me with a odd looking object. I immediately dropped my spoon on the floor and fell out of my chair. I winced in pain and I looked into my sister’s eyes. She didn’t even say sorry nor did I feel a sense of worry. She just stared at me and started laughing. From that day on, I didn’t even consider her my sister.
Everyday when I go to school, I feel like a lonely soul floating around in the classroom. No one recognizes me or talks to me. Not even the teacher. People think I’m shy and cowardly, but honestly I used to be a bright, optimistic person until my parents passed away. Sometimes I wonder what actually happened to mom and dad. I mean a car accident? There’s only been 4 car accidents in history in district three. I asked my Step mom (neighbor) if she knew anything, but each time she would just look at me with pity and walk away.
The reaping will start in 4 days. I’m kind of worried. I know that I said I wanted to participate earlier, but I don’t know… I sort of don’t want to either. What if I die? I hate life and there’s no point of living, but I fear death. If I do get chosen I wish someone volunteered for me…but no one even knows me. Perhaps my sister…never mind that thought she hates me.
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