Hearts Tied in Knots
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Chapter 1: Reaping Day of the 70th Hunger Games
Reapings were always bad, especially in my district. Many heartfelt goodbyes were said in this square. Thankfully my last wasn't made here. I sat in the chair waiting for the names too be called. I never liked it but I had to deal with it. Delilah Ross, the new Capitol escort, stumbles on stage. Her hot pink high heels were practically as long as my fore arm. She had blue and green candy colored hair. Green, wide, slit pupil cat eyes. Many years in the Capitol but still their fashion amuses me. She reaches the mic and smiles, baring her cat teeth. "Welcome children of District 4! Today we begin the Reaping for 70th Annual Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favour?"
She walks slowly to the glass bowl with the girls names. She reaches in and grabs one but she drops it. She bobs her head and picks another one. She flips it open and everyone grows silent.
"Annie Cresta!" she says. Suddenly I hear murmuring like people were crying. I look at their downcast faces, people were crying. I look for the girl who had been called, when I see her my heart stopped. She was beautiful, dark brown hair, bright green eyes and golden skin. She wore no make-up, no accessories just a dress and shoes, she was so simple. She wore a button down beige dress with a collar and black flats. Her beauty was natural; no add ons to enhance it. I didn't think she needed it anyway. She walked up the steps. She twirled her hair nervously. She suddenly falls down. I didn't even know I was getting up until Mags grabbed my arm. Delilah wobbles over and picks her up, although I have no idea on how she will keep herself steady on those shoes. She motions Annie to stand next to her. She dips her hand in the bowl and read the name. "Eric Clave!" she finds him moving through the crowd, and waves at him to quicken his pace a bit. The boy was pale about the same age as Annie. He had red hair and very pale blue eyes, like he was blind. he wadled with ease and with no stick so I let that afterthought go. He stands next to her, with no emotion on his face. Annie looks worried right now; the lines on his face told me so. She stopped twirling her hair and started folding and unfolding her hands. Delilah smiled she grabbed both of their hands and announces,
"Here are our two lucky tributes! May the odds," she raises their united hands up, "be ever in their favour!" People clap but their sullen posture still shows underneath their masked faces. They wished away as well as me and Mags. I board the train swiftly waiting to see what I have to work with this year. Silently I pray for once that one particular tribute go home.
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