District 2 Reaping

Hello fans! For some crazy reason, fan fiction took down the story I had before. But I already have almost all the tributes I need, so I'll just go ahead with the story. Thanks to and Devin6299 for these tributes.

Syliana's POV

Running to my spot in the lines of girls that stood by the front, I listened as our escort pulled the boy's name.

"Arthur Careem!" she calls with that plastered-on grin nobody has ever seen her without. Not surprisingly, as the little 8-year-old walks up to the stand, an older boy raises his hand. Trina, our escort, gives a nod and he steps onto the stage.

"What is your name?" She asks. "And how old are you?"

"Drex Drayden, age 12" He says proudly.

"Well, let's give a BIG hand for Drex up here!" The audience claps, some vigorously, some more halfhearted. And then Trina reaches into the giant glass ball that I know my name is in. She pulls the slip. Holding it close to her face, she reads.

"Syliana Wellwood!" And as I walk up to the stage, I notice something. Nobody is clapping. Is this a good sign? Or a bad one? I don't know. But I don't have time to ponder it, because we are hurried into the justice building by white-suited peacekeepers and there is much more on my mind.

First, we are visited by family and friends. Having none of the latter and very little of the former, I just wait there silently, watching as Drex is visited by a girl, several boys, and a woman holding two tiny babies. Finally my little brother shows up, with my mother in tow. She smiles sadly as Jordan hugs me, neither of them saying a word. I hug him back, my arms around him until the peacekeepers come back to take me to the train.

Once we have boarded the train, we meet our mentors. One, a tall woman named Enobaria, seems nice enough. The other, a thick, burly man of at least 50, Cristin, seems like he can't wait to see the gore on TV. We already know our escort Trina, but she acts like we don't.

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I'm Trina." She holds out her hand. Drex takes it tentatively.

"Wow, really? I wasn't aware" I mutter under my breath. She turns to me, still holding out her hand, and suddenly I am VERY interested in the roasted turkey on the table. Mumbling something about "Well, ex-CUSE me for having more manners then a dog," she stalks off. Enobaria grins at me.

"You know, I'v always wanted to do that. She annoys the hell out of me" Still smiling warmly, she helps herself to a serving of the roasted turkey.

Well, at least SOMEONE understands me here I think to myself. Feeling a lot better about the next few weeks, I eat a little more and then go to bed. As I drift off, I can think of only one thing. Winning.