↳ Hunger Games
« Come on Ponine. Don’t cry . You can’t cry. You have to smile and show the world you’re happy be a part in their annual slaughter. » repeated the young Thénardier to herself as she was getting close to the stage where was standing Effie Trinket. « You knew it was going to happened It’s not like it could surprise you. Remember all the tesserae you’ve taken.Your name probably fills the half of the bowl. Breath and watch your step. Nobody wants you to fall and broke your neck, they should pick someone else and if you fill the half of the bowl, Azelma is surely the other half. »
At this thought, she held her head up and try to find her sister in the compact crowd. Instead of her sister’s face, she saw Gavroche standing on his own, tears on his dirty cheeks. How could he possibly get dirty so fast ? Éponine gave a poor and broken smile to her little brother. They will be fine. All of them will be fine. Azelma will take care of their brothers. Maybe Marius will help her and give her some money. Her heart wringed as she pictured the boy in her mind . She shook her head like she could throw the young boy away from her thoughts.
Finally, she reached the stage and shook Effie’s hand. She asked her few questions and she answered like a robot. Yes. No. That was it. She barely noticed her going away to pick the other name. She was still looking for her sister but once again she failed at finding her. Effie was back with the little sheet of paper in her her manicured hands.
« Gavroche Thénardier. »
« No. No. No. » That was the only word that Éponine’s brain could verbalized. It began in a whisper and ended in a hardly human scream. She fell on her knees. her head in her hands.
«I volunteer as tribute » shouted a familiar voice in the distance. She gave a quick look and wished to be wrong. She wished it wasn’t his voice. But she was right. « Enjolras. No. Not him » she thought as their gazes met.