One Hairy Hydra's Chapter
This is my first fanfic, so please be kind!
Galina Reaping
I wake up and gasp. Reaping day. I struggle to get out of bed and plop onto the ground like jello. "GALINA! Reaping day," my mother screams.
I brush the knots out of my curly red hair and put on a solemn, gray dress that quite frankly looks more like a wearable cylinder. I walk out of my claustrophobic bedroom and into the kitchen.
My sad excuse for a mother then approaches me. "What did I tell you about responding when I call you?!" I brace myself. I can already feel another torturous lecture on its way, with some abuse along the way. She smacks me on the cheek. "You dumb little brat! You can't even respond to me now? Not even when I'm face to face with you, you disgusting little mishap?!" I have had it. I spit directly in her face. She stops running her mouth and wipes her face with her hand. Her pursed lips and arched eyebrows are unbelievably intimidating.
I stand up and stare her face to face. "Screaming at me standing up while I'm seated is not face to face. But this isn't face to face anymore. Now, it's the long awaited fist to face." I throw my fist into her jaw and she clasps it with her cold, wicked fingers.
She gasps. I smirk, and then grab a bottle of alcohol from the dusty countertop. "I think that on my way to the reaping, I'll get a little drunk and show you how well you've raised me." I walk out of the house and slam the door, which creaks and vibrates due to how poor we all are here in District 8. I walk down the rocky path to the town square.
Some of the girls my age are crying. Some are sinisterly grinning. I sigh as I get in line behind a girl I've seen around town. I'm not certain of her name. I stare at her long, brown ponytail and try to remember her name; when suddenly, she walks away. It's then that I realize I spaced out and forgot to follow the line. It's my turn to get pricked now. I lay my finger on the table and the woman looks me in the eye sharply. "You better pray that you aren't reaped, kiddo, because you don't look like you'd stand a chance against these other girls."
I feel my eyes widen. I glare back at her, but avoid an argument and walk away after she pricks my finger. I follow the rest of the girls to the crowd and a fat woman with green hair steps up to the stage. She has purple skin and yellow teeth. Not a good combo. "I won't waste my time with films and lectures." Everyone has a look of confusion on their faces. Suddenly I feel the urge to look behind me. I take a peek and see my mother working her way through the crowd of girls toward me. I raise my hand before the escort reads the name on the slip of paper she just selected. "I VOLUNTEER!"