The 24 Tributes
"I hate the reaping..." thought Blake as she stared up into the night sky. She wished that she could see the real sky though. The smoke from the factory smokestacks turned the black, starry sky into a sickly pinkish color. Tomorrow was the day of the Reaping, where two tributes, a boy and a girl, would be chosen to compete in the Hunger Games, the most brutal competition on the face of the Earth. Ever since Blake was a small child she had a never seen a tribute from her district (which was District 3) win. If she was chosen though, she would be ready.
Since the age of nine she had created her own little "training center" as she called it. She could fight skillfully with any weapon, but her choice weapon was knives. She could throw them hard, but with more finesse. "As long as I don't get picked, I'll be fine and safe. If I do, I'll be prepared..." Blake thought to herself as she stared at the ill- colored sky.
Just then a loud buzzing noise came from her pocket. She pulled her advanced phone out and looked at the shining screen. A smile spread across her lips as she saw who was calling. It was her dear friend Tessie. They had become good friends when she had visited her district in the 73rd Hunger Games for the Victory Tour. She came from District 5 and was the same age as Blake. Ever since then, she had been friends with her. She pressed a large button in the middle of the device and said, "Hello?"
"Hey Blake! I just wanted to wish you good luck at the Reaping tomorrow," said Tessie.
"Oh, thanks... Good luck with the mentoring," Blake replied pushing a strand of her short golden-brown hair out of her face.
"I'll try to be a good mentor! Bye!" said Tessie cheerfully before hanging up. 'At least she doesn't have to face the Reaping tomorrow...' thought Blake to herself as she stared into the night.