Short Story: District 12 In Panem

It was a great afternoon in District 12 in Panem. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the sounds of pickaxes hitting the coal & rocks. The men have been hard at work, even though that they were still scared of the mine explosions, even though that happened nearly 20 years ago. Brady was on the borderlines of District 12 and he was looking for some food to hunt. He was a little scared of getting caught and being punished, though. "Where are you little fella?" Brady asked, peeking around the trees to find the animal that he was hunting. "Come out, come out where ever you are," he said. Then, the animal came out and Brady pulled out his bow & arrow and pulled back and letted go of the arrow and it flew right into the animals heart,
He looked to his left to see a hole in the side of the fence, then, he dragged the deer until it was on the other side of the fence, where he was located.

He lifted the deer and then he started to walk back to his house as the others was just finishing up at their work for the day. During his journey, he was approaching Peeta's bread shop. "Hey, Brady!" he called out. "Hey, Peeta!" Brady exclaimed. He came up to him and said, "A fresh batch of your finest bread, please," "Certainly," he replied back. He went inside his bread shop and went over to the kitchen and grabbed a fresh batch of bread that just came out of the oven, smelling nice and tasty. He came back to him and handed it to Brady. Brady pulled out a couple of coins out of his pocket and handed it to Peeta. "Thanks, man," Brady said. "Have a good one!"

"You too!" Peeta exclaimed. "Don't forget the reaping is tomorrow!" The reaping. The annual reaping was tomorrow morning for District 12. Another Hunger Games is just around the corner and shockingly, Brady is 12 years old. He is now eligible to be picked to go into the Games. He was scared because it is a gruesome place that kids are forced to murder each other, survive, and other things just for the capitols