The Other Side of the Glass
Chapter 1: My Bestfriend gets Reaped by a Crazy Woman
Sadly, my brother stole my wireless Friday and Saturday for his new computer. I finally got it back today.
Disclaimer: Hunger Games are not mine.
Imagine you're in your own world. Fish dart out of you're vision. You're hair makes a halo above you're head. Water is around you. You're in a state of peace and you know it won't last forever.
That's exactly how I feel….well ever since the Hunger Games. I hear a sound coming from above the water and I know I have to get out. With one last look around me, I do exactly that.
Ever since the Hunger Games, I made sure to go the Beach every day. My friends know that is where to find me, especially today, the Reaping.
With a shiver, I swim to the shoreline to see Fira calling me and wildly gesturing. She is probably the most loyalist person I have ever met.
"What time is it?" I ask as I wrap a towel around my dripping wet body.
"The Reaping starts in fifteen minutes, Kyra!" My mouth gapes open as I realize she is wearing her favorite tan colored dress and her sister's high heels.
In one swipe I grab my shoes and clothing and begin running down the streets. As I cross through the town, many people wave or chuckle as they go the opposite direction to the Town's Square.
I begin to feel nervous and my feet hurt as they are forced to run until I reach Victor's Village. My family's house was the first one on the left. The only one with a flower garden surrounded by the perfectly cut grass.
Everything was perfect here. The houses, the beds, the pools (which I refuse to use), ect. The only thing not perfect was the people.
My family is waiting for me in the living room, but I pass them to my upstairs bedroom. Shuffling through the closet, I find the poofy sea green dress that my former stylist sent me.
As always, it was over the top. Shoving my feet in the matching heels, I hop down stairs with one last look at the bright bedroom. My family all stare at me with raised eyebrows. I give a small, nervous smile. Dad shakes his head and we are on our way to the Reaping.
We only get there five minutes before it starts and I'm shoved on the stage next to Hercules, who doesn't even notice me.
I notice a few things though. The mentor is different. She has dark flawless skin, pin straight black hair, and an odd dress on that reflected the sunlight and hurt my eyes.
I directed my attention to the crowd. One of these people will be my tribute and I'll be their mentor. It brings me a strange feeling as I looked at the crowd more closely.
I used to be one of the people nervously chatting to their friends in the crowd. Just a year ago, I was the one who came here in hand with him. I remember the sound of my name being called. I was so lost in thought; I missed the entire Dark Days speech.
"I am you're new escort, Magikka. Its spelled M-A-G-I-K-K-A! So, how is everybody doing? I've always liked District 4, personally." The crowd gave a fake cheer for the new poor soul of an escort.
"Now, may the odds be ever in your favor and happy, happy Hunger Games!" She never abandoned her smile and enthusiasm. "Ladies first."
Magikka put her perfectly manicured hand into the glass bowl slowly, as if to make everyone wait even longer. She flicked her wrist before quickly pulling up a small piece of paper. Slowly, as if to keep everyone on edge, she unfolded it.
"Fira Odair"
(AN: Yes, she is a relative of Finnick, his grandma's sister actually)
The world seems to collapse around me. Fira Odair. The words repeat in my head. I feel faint and I'm about to fall when Hercules grabs my elbow, steadying me. I give him a small smile and he nods.
With a quick search of my eyes, I find a shocked Fira. The cameras must be focused on her larger-larger than they already are-blue eyes and blonde hair.
Almost like a clock turned on, I feel strategies filling my brain. Her interview angle could be innocent. She already looks angelic. But the thoughts sicken me completely.
I'm already thinking like I'm part of the Capitol.
With a deep breath, I look to find her sister, Katara Odair. I find her in the 18 year old section being held back by her friends. Her mouth is covered and she's struggling.
"Fira Odair." Magikka calls again.
Slowly, Fira begins to make her way up to the stage, just like I did a year ago. Still, shocked she falls silent next to Magikka.
"Any volunteers?"
Nobody volunteers and any chance of Fira making it disappears. It reminds me of a bunch of bubbles being popped. A future with him. Pop! Never being in the Hunger Games. Pop! Living a normal life. Pop! Never seeing my best friend in the Hunger Games. Pop!
"You sure are a shocked one." The escort says with a chuckle. I glare at the back of her perfect head before pulling my gaze to Fira again. "How old are you?"
"Fifteen." Her voice is shaky as she speaks; she turns back to me as Magikka begins doing the routine for the boys. I give her a reassuring smile. It doesn't work and she turns back around.
I remember how we share a birthday; it was always two weeks after the Games, ironically. My thoughts are shaken out of my head as she yells the boy tribute's name.
"August Parkerstone"
Quietly, a fourteen year old begins his walk towards the stage. He has windswept brown hair and brown eyes. He doesn't show any emotion at all.
"Well aren't you adorable?" Magikka smiled at him. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen." He says with an emotionless voice.
She turns back to the crowd with a huge smile. "Well, this year is sure to be interesting. Shake hands you two."
The two shake hands quietly.
Magikka randomly chuckles. "Well, let the 36th Hunger Games begin!"
How can they begin when the 35th Hunger Games never ended?