I pace the control room. Today is the Reapings of the 74th Hunger Games. It has been 24 years since my brother was reaped for the Hunger Games. In a month, it will mark the beginning of my passion for game making. My name is Seneca Crane, and it was the year my daughter entered the arena, and never returned, except as a cold, lifeless body.
I had grown up in District 5. My brother was 16 when he was reaped. We bit our nails and prayed to the good Lord for him to return alive. He returned, victorious. But, he lost his arm. The Capitol replaced it with a odd contraption of sorts. I think it was called an amputation. That was back then, when some district people could go to the Capitol. On his Victory Tour, he took us, as a treat. I met the Head Gamemaker, Abbdaliah Smith. He was fascinated by the sketches I drew of the Games' landscape. He offered me a apprenticeship for the Quarter Quell. I accepted.
Yes, I was the one who designed the "Rabid Flamingos" and the "Crazy Bunnies". I was promoted, and ever since then, I assisted the Games.
It was the day of the Reapings. Naturally, I was on all time cram mode. So, I didn't get to see the Reapings. I did see the recaps, though. Soon, it was the Reaping of the District 5. I stay there in the winter, but during the Games, I stay at the Capitol.
"Let's do the ladies, shall we?" the purple woman that was the chaperone for the district. She sticks a purple jewel-studded hand into the fishbowl full of names that hold the fate of the children.
"Vixen Crane."
My heart stops. The familiar name of my child, the one who kept me smiling throughout the tough times, is now center screen.
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