AN. Finally finished the first chapter, haha. Maybe now PEOPLE WILL SEND ME TRIBUTES! Info on my profile. Sorry about that, I'm just paranoid. Anyways, a special thanks to the authors who have sent me these lovely tributes! Here is district one!
District 1 Reaping!
Glace Debay...
I wake up early in the morning a yawn. I look at the clock; it's almost time to get ready for the reaping. My parents are up, I know this because I can hear them yelling at each other downstairs, they always get stressed on reaping day and fight. It's because of my brother's death. My parents deal with it all differently. Dad ignores me, and mom is overly protective. She has been trying to make me stop my karate training, so now I do it in privet when no ones home. Anyways, I get up and start to train with my daggers. I probably won't get in this year, but I want to try to get ready in case I do.
After I'm finished, I walk down stairs.
"Glace, you need to do your hair and..." mom says.
"There is no need, your grounded" dad says, pointing at me.
"Excuse me? Why?" I say, feeling rage sweep through my body.
"Because your mom found you training again, she doesn't want you to hurt yourself" dad says.
"But I need to train! What if I get picked for the games?!" I say.
"Glace, you are not going to the reaping!" dad says.
"Everyone needs to go to the reaping! It's against the rules not too! And I mean come on, what is up with that? If I don't go to the reaping...that's not even thinkable! It's against the rules!" I say.
"Dear, just let her go" Mom says.
"Fine, but after this, no more training!" dad says. Mom nods.
I almost scream with rage! What if I ever get picked for the games? I'll die!
I stomp upstairs to find something to wear. I pull on an old dress and put my hair in a ponytail and walk downstairs.
Dad is asleep on the coach and mom is ready.
Mom wakes dad up and he goes upstairs to get ready.
When dad comes down, I realize I forgot my shoes upstairs so I run. I check in my closet and something feels off...than I realize dad took away my weapons.
I scream with rage and pull on a pair of boots instead of nice shoes and stomp downstairs.
"Dad! How could you!?" I scream.
"Glace, there is no time to scream, we have to go" mom says softly.
"Mom, I won't hurt myself!" I say. She thinks I'm going to end up like my brother, but she's wrong! I'm going to be fine, and I'm never even going into the games!
I run out the door and to the Justice Building. I stand in the group of 15 year old girls and wait.
The escort for 1 stands on stage smiling.
"Happy Hunger Games!" She says. "Okay, to start things off, ladies first!"
She digs around in the bowl for awhile and than picks out a name.
I feel like I need to be in, to prove to mom and dad that I need my weapons and my training, that I won't get hurt like my brother did.
"I VOLUNTEER!" I yell.
The peacekeepers pull me up on stage.
"Splendid!" the escort says excitedly.
I hear from the crowd my mom screaming, but I don't even look. I'm so mad at my parents and don't even care.
"Now for our male tribute!" The escort says...
Marcus Canfield...
I wake up to the smell of coffee. I jump into the air and run downstairs. Mom and dad are sitting at the table, mom reading (like always) and dad rolls his eyes once he sees me.
"It's about time" dad snaps at me.
"What?" I ask.
"You have been asleep for to long, it's almost time for the reaping, your brother would have done better" dad says. He always goes on about how my brother who had died in a hunger games at a young age before I was born. My dad never shuts up about how I'm not good enough for him, and mom never speaks.
What my parents don't know is, I have been training myself for years, to prove I'm as good as my brother. In case I am ever reaped; I want to make sure I could win, to prove to my parents I'm good enough!
I throw on a pair of jeans and a clean shirt and bike into town.
I finally get there and make my way to the group of 16 year old boys.
"Happy Hunger Games!" the escort says. "Okay, to start things off, ladies first!"
I'm always amazed by how the escorts always seem to be hyper all the time, so jumpy, so energetic.
The escort starts to say something when I tall pretty girl with practically white hair and silver eyes volunteers.
She walks up on stage, willingly being pulled my peacekeepers.
She doesn't look into the crowd; she looks sad and angry at the same time.
"Splendid" the escort says. "Now for our male tribute!"
She digs around in the bowl for a few seconds than brings out the name "Marcus Canfield!"
I barley register what she's saying, but after the shock I smile. Now I can prove myself to mom and dad!
AN. Okay, so how did I do? How did I portray them? And thank you to the author who sent these tributes! What did you think? PM me please! If I got any reviewers, you are amazing :D
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