Hey, I’m Aire Skystreak! I’m a small, sweet, twelve year old girl who was unlucky enough to have my name picked out of a large bowl-looking-thing. Boy, that was a scary moment! I had to participate in the 69th annual Hunger Games Hunger Games and kill people! Not fun!
My district is three. The factories are everywhere, making all kinds of cool electronics! My district is one of the only ones that have automobiles or firearms. Bombs and cars, what’s not to like? I grew up playing with fire. Matches were always my toys, I saw nothing wrong with that.
When my name was picked I felt very scared! I walked up to the stage very slowly, shaking and almost crying. My eighteen-year-old brother saw me. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as frightened as I was. The crowd was hissing, a twelve year old girl? Why? Then my brother got back to his senses, but he completely lost it. He snarled, absolutely outraged! He ran out to me, violently shoving and pushing everyone out of his way, screaming my name. The only thing I could think was No! Please! Leave me! Don’t do anything! Why can’t you just stay put? But I knew that he would never stand for this. He fought the peacekeepers when they came to take him away. He was screaming my name the whole time. No! They’ll kill you! Please just leave me be! Was my last thought before they shot him in the head.
My shriek echoed throughout all of District Three. I wasn’t all that shy or innocent anymore. I was a bloodthirsty monster wanting to tear up the peacekeepers who killed my brother. I didn’t cry, he wouldn’t have wanted me to, plus I’m not that type of girl. I didn’t care about the cameras or the people staring at me. All I wanted was revenge. I took out a flamethrower… okay…wait let me explain that. Everywhere I go I carry around a backpack filled up with things I might need, food, water, rope, bombs, flamethrowers, gasoline, all that stuff. It wasn’t a huge flamethrower or anything, just a cheap homemade one, but it was enough to set fire to the stage and the peacekeepers. What have I done? He’s not coming back, is he? What do I do? They’ll kill me for sure now!!! I sat curled up in a ball, suddenly looking scared and weak again.
Once they had put the fire out they started the reaping again, but I was still one of the tributes. Apparently the Capitol decided that this was the way they want to punish me. What happened next was a complete daze to me. I hardly remember the name of the boy tribute. The train ride was dull. Nothing mattered anymore. My brother was dead. He was my only family. When I was only a baby he took me and ran away from our abusive parents. They didn’t even bother to look for us. He raised me by himself and together we supported each other. I planted food, killed food, cooked food (with a flamethrower), while he worked at the factory. Even if I did win the games, I wouldn’t have anyone to come home to.
What I do remember is my stylist. A perky, preppy lady named Drina. Based on what I’ve seen in the past, she is one of the best stylists there is (thank goodness). The first thing she said to me when she saw me was, “Well you sure made an impression on the crowd already didn’t you? I’d like to bring that out!”
“What?” I asked, looking confused. Why would she want to bring out the bloodthirsty monster in me?
“A stylist’s job isn’t just to make a tribute look pretty, but to bring out the traits that make that tribute unique.”
“You’re a feisty and ferocious creature but you’re an adorable sweetheart too. In fact, I think I’ve got all the outfits planned out already! Ooh this will be fun!”
“Shhhh!!! Just relax! Here, try this on! This will be your chariot outfit! Say do you still have that flamethrower handy?”
“No, the confiscated all my firearms on the train.”
“Shame, maybe a pretend bomb? NOOOO! I’ve got it!!! Ooh this will be my best idea yet!!! Wait outside for a few minutes, I have to make some calls!”
After a couple of minutes she Drina called me back again.
“Put this on! I know you’ll love it!”
The outfit was… stunning.
The black cape made my blond hair seem black and red. Dark makeup made me look sinister, like I was an evil villain plotting a clever scheme to take over the world. The coat was black and red too. When I swayed back and fourth the cape somehow came to life. It seemed like explosions were happening on it.
“Oh, I look-”
“Wait that’s not it yet! On the chariots I want you to grab your cape and swing it back and fourth!”
“So it will look like I’m bombing the stadium?”
“So to speak.”
I mounted the chariot with the boy tribute. The only thing I do remember about him was that he looked scary. I really wanted to stay away from him. Then I realized he was looking at me the same way. Whoa, Drina did a REALLY good job! Wasn’t that boy a brunet before?
The doors opened and Drina clapped excitedly as we rode through the doors. To play around with Drina’s theme, I put a sinister grin on my face that said, “I’ll kill you and you won’t be able to do anything about it!” The boy copied me. The crowd cheered as they saw the explosions and electric currents run around our capes. I grabbed onto my cape and swung it back and fourth in front of me just as Drina asked me to. I was not prepared for what happened. Sparks showered the audience as the path in front of me lit up with fire, explosions, and electricity. Something was wrong. The crowd wasn’t cheering. They were speechless. Finally I understood what Drina had done. She’d turned me into a symbol of rebellion and fear. District Three had always been one of the more rebellious Districts, so apparently she not only emphasized our firearms, but our lust for revenge. Oh God, the Capitol’s gonna really kill me now aren’t they. What I had done would never be forgotten. How I burned up the stage, the peacekeepers, it wouldn’t be forgotten, nor would it ever be forgiven.
I didn’t see Drina again until the day of the interview. Boy, I was ready to sock her in the face. I never did stop getting angry looks from the Capitol people. Worst of all was president Snow. His face was the only one that wasn’t mad, it said You think you have us all figured out. Don’t forget who’s in charge here, after all, your life is in my hands.
“Aire my darling!” Drina was absolutely bubbly with excitement.
I replied by landing my fist on her face, “Not so bubbly anymore are ya Drina?”
Drina looked hurt, rubbing her cheek, “I’m sorry, but you could at least have given me a chance to explain!”
“Please, explain to me why you’re trying to get me murdered!”
She took a deep breath and smoothed out her dress, “The Capitol won’t be able to kill their most valuable asset.”
There was a pause for a moment, “Wait you mean me?” I asked her, “But they hate me!”
“They do now because they know you’ve sparked rebellion, however, the interview will be a different matter. I told you before, you have two sides, the vicious monster that wants nothing but revenge, and then there is that cute, innocent young child that you’d give up anything to protect.”
“Anything to protect… me? You mean the audience right? Because if they love me then the Capitol will be forced to keep me around to please them.”
“Now you’re catching on!”
“How are you going to do that?”
“Me? No way! You will be the one charming the audience!”
“You’re only a child, you miss your brother don’t you? You’re already a picture-perfect blue-eyed blond cutie. All I’ll do is give you a dress.”
You’d never be able to tell that Drina was a rebel, or a spy, or a genius.
“And from District Three we have… Aire Skystreak!”
The audience was clapping quite a lot! All the funny faces were so happy to see me! I couldn’t help but giggle!
“Aww!” the crowd went. I blushed a little and put my hand on my cheek. Boy, they really made me feel nervous! The man interviewing me was also so funny looking! I couldn’t help but burst out in little giggles as I sat down. No one seemed to mind though, in fact, they just kept going “Aww!” I took a moment to smooth my clothes. Drina made me such a lovely dress! I loved it so much! It was made of shining purple silk with a black ribbon tied to the right side as well as one in my hair. One end of the dress was longer then the other, such an adorable idea!
“Well, well, Aire my dear! You seem to be just outshining the stars tonight!” Caesar Flickerman said.
“Oh thanks so much mister!” I giggled.
“Of course! Say, was that really you on that chariot? I can hardly tell!”
“Nah, that wasn’t me! It was District Three! Its a very nice district, really. Not at all as scary as it may seem.”
“Well you sure have captured the attention of all of Panem! Say, what happened during the reaping? Who was that boy that shouted your name?”
What a bad question to ask. I hung my head and looked down. “My brother, he really loved me and I loved him. He was the only family I’ve ever had. When I was small he told me the story. He said that mom and dad weren’t very nice people. They tried to hurt us!” My eyes were wide with fear, “So he took me when I was only a baby and he ran away as far as he could. I used to ask him about mom and dad. He only told me that were were better off without them. I trusted him. Even in the snowy night when he ran away I was probably clutching him with every last bit of my strength. He raised me on his own. My brother was so brave. He worked long hours at the factories but he still played with me when I came home. He was the only person that could make me smile when I’m sad. Now, he’s gone and I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m better off without a smile.” The tears that were streaking down my face were so salty, “He-he’s gone. Why? Why Caesar? Why is he gone now? When I need him the most? When I have nothing? They-they killed him during the reaping didn’t they? What do I do?”
The crowd was speechless. They seemed just as upset as I was. Some of the ladies were wiping away their tears.
“I’ll tell you what, Aire. You- you win those games! And I promise you we’ll be there for you every step of the way!”
I wiped my eyes and smiled as sweetly as I could, “Wow! Thank you! Thank you so much!” I turned to face the cameras, “Thank you Panem! You’ll support me in the Hunger Games and I promise you, that me and my brother will win for all of Panem!”
“Well Aire, it looks like your time is up. Thank you so much for that moving interview. I’m sure that-“
I watched the crowd as Caesar went on and on. I could tell from their looks that they truly loved this pure, innocent, little girl in front of them. Sweet as an angel, sad as a lullaby. I’m something very dear to them, something they need to protect.
Then from the deck above the angered gaze of the President rested on me. To me it was the most comforting thing in the entire auditorium. Not this time Snow, because this time, I win.
………. To Be Continued…….