Reaping Post: Mayor Undersee

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a go enough mayor for district 12. I wonder if I am doing all I can to help the people living in this district. Every year at this time I have to stand of in front of the crowd and watch two of the town’s precious children get taken away for us to watch their gruesome murder and the capital just takes it all for a fun game. I sometimes wonder what I would do if my little girl gets chosen but the image is so brutal in my mind that I have to stop thinking about it. The thought of me living in a mansion with my family all safe from the hunger the people face make me want to cry. I see the pain of the district and I can’t do a thing to help it makes feel helpless and of no use to the people. I know they know it’s not up to me but being the mayor and knowing that they look up to me I wish I could help them more. I now have to watch the mothers and fathers hope and wish that their child or any of their children’s names get called. The look of worry and sadness sometimes the look of hunger takes over the look of pain. I stand here and I wonder when will this all end when will our children have a say in how they die and not just taken to the slaughter pit.