A/N: First things first, I don't own the Hunger Games. Also, this isn't canon. A lot of things are different. A LOT. But Everlark is still canon! Enjoy the story!
I'm stood infront of the cracked mirror, staring at my reflection. I'm wearing a faded blue dress with black high heeled shoes. I'm dressed like this, because today is reaping day. The moment where any child from the age of 12 to 18 fears for their lives, except the children from District 1, 2 and 4. You see, I'm from District 5. The district of power.
Before I know it, I'm getting my blood drawn for identification and lining up with all the other sixteen year old girls. I hold my hand over my bloodied finger and start wiping it softly on my dress, making sure not to stain it.
The door to the Justice Building opens and out comes our escort, Dayton. He's a normal guy, a winner of the games. He refused to be a mentor, just an escort. He greets us with warmth and we watch the video of how Panem got to be today.
After that show, he smiles and announces that he is going to pick the names. As always, it's ladies first with this district. His hand delves into the bowl and pulls out a white slip of paper, sealed with a piece of tape.
As his fingers tear at the tape, my heart starts to race. Before I know it, he's started to read out the name. "Finch Foxley!" My heart stops and my face pales.
I start to walk slowly up the path and up the stairs right next to Dayton. He smiles and then walks to the bowl with boy names. His hand delves in once again and pulls out a slip of paper. It's pulled open by his thin fingers and the name is read out.
"Eli Carlsan!" A boy that looked around 18 walks up to the stage, almost proudly. Dying is something to be proud of? Dayton instructs us to shake hands and I slip my hand into his strong one, and we shake. We are then escorted by the Peacekeepers into the Justice Building.
I am lightly pushed into a room that only contains a couple of chairs and a desk. I sit down on one chair, expecting no-one. I have the feeling my mother is quite glad. She has more food to feed herself with. Not one mouth more to care about.
I sigh and wait a couple of hours, before the Peacekeepers are at my door and escorting me to the train that takes us to the Capitol. I sit down on a seat opposite to Eli's. He has this smirk on his face and I don't like it. I rise from the seat and walk to a room, which I can assume is mine.
As soon as I'm through the door, I crumple to the floor sobbing. I'm sat against the wall, my hands covering my face and crying my heart out. I'm going to die in a few weeks. It's hit me like a ton of bricks and I cry even harder.
After about an hour of crying, I'm gasping for breath and pull myself out of the room to catch my breath. My eyes are stained red and my hands are soaked with my tears. My tongue still tastes of them, since I swallowed a couple by accident. I make my way to the dining room, seeing Eli still sat there.
He sees me and smirks. "Been crying, sweetheart?" I hiss at him like a cat and walk back to my room. I decide that I don't like him and will never be his ally. By the time I'm crawling into bed, my eyelids are drooping and the sun has already set. Let's hope I'm ready for my first day in the Capitol tomorrow.
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