Thanks for submitting your tributes and here's to District 1 reapings!
Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins
Helen Klassens POV
The square was packed with people ages 12 to 18, ready for the reaping. I should be nervous, but I'm not, because I know I'm going to be chosen. Because I'm going to volunteer. I'm dressed in a shimmery white dress and my long blonde hair is pulled up in an elaborate ponytail. I look to my left and see my boyfriend Andrew standing in the seventeen-year-old section.
Sometimes I wish we were the same age, so we could stand together, but I didn't mind. The sun was hot in District 1, but that was normal here. I could see my parents on the prestigious guests balcony. They would be proud whenever I stepped onto the stage.
I hadn't told my sister or brother yet, I was afraid I would scare them. Veronica was already scared to death because this was her first year. My father said that Veronica needed to learn what fear was, and ordered me not to say anything to her. I wanted to badly, but I knew to obey Father.
Our announcer, Opal Velestro, bops onstage along with two of our mentors, Jade Margot, and Glade Margot. Oh goody, they were very famous mentors. Lucky for me, although, I'm pretty sure I could handle the Games without her. As long as I get my hands on a bow and arrow, I can dominate.
I close my eyes as the boring speeches go by and don't open them until I hear my name.
Andrew Holden's POV
I looked back at Helen, looking so pretty in her dress and hair. I sure did hope she wouldn't volunteer. If she does, then all of my plans of us running away are down the drain. She hasn't mentioned anything, but Helen is known to be very unpredictable.
Opal Velestro is onstage and the speeches are beginning, I begin to get sweaty. What if she does volunteer? What if, what if, what if? I can't lose her, not my first and only love! I close my eyes, and do not open them until I hear her name.
Helen Klassens POV
"Helen Klassen!" I open my eyes, about to scream "I volunteer" until I realize she just chose me. Being chosen is an even bigger honor then volunteering. I smile a huge smile and take my place on the stage, waving and giving kisses. I'm so excited!
I shake hands with the mentors, and Opal, then sit down. I look up at the balcony and see Father nodding at me, with a huge grin on his face. I've made him so proud. As Opal is choosing the male tribute I hear a loud "I volunteer!" from somewhere in the crowd. Oh. I didn't hear that someone was volunteering for the male tribute.
I look down to see who it is and my eyes widen in horror. I stand up. Oh no, oh no, oh no! This can't be happening! This is not what I had planned out in my mind. I would volunteer, or be reaped, win the Games, and come home with Andrew and live happily ever after.
But instead, I'm going to the Games with Andrew.