Hi this is my first Hunger Games story, so I hope you like it! A Hunger GAmes poll is up on my profile page as well. Vote if you want!
The morning's gust swayed the basin of plains. The grass mumbled words to the young boy. The blue eyes wandered around. His light brown hair formed his widow's peak mount that curved straight.
He picked up a few pebbles and tossed them into the dirt. It was Reaping Day, the worst day of the year. Rak Helder, a thirteen year old boy, feared this day. He survived one already but that didn't mean he was free. The Capitol was not just the power, but the dreaded killer. Rak wished he lived in the city to escape this… hell of a living District.
The scrawny log, where Rak sat, felt moist and wet, from the rain that had come yesterday. In the distance a small minute figure was running. It was Michael, Rak's little brother. He was quite a runner, arms carrying a butt load of branches.
His uneven long, brown hair curved around his ears. Dark freckles scattered his cheeks and up his nose. Rak hoped that soon minute Michael wouldn't ever have to experience this agony and sorrow. District 9, was probably the most, country looking folks you could ever see. Rak and Michael wore ripped navy jeans, and a plaid button down shirt that was tucked inside their pants.
Michael paced upwards, and planted himself next to Rak. Rak placed his hand onto his brother's head. Michael's blue eyes, stared at him. "What's wrong Rak?"
Rak didn't answer, nor would he want to. Michael noticed he wasn't paying attention, so he stood back up. Little Mike's fingers poked Rak's shoulder. "Come on! Tell me."
Rak shook his head, moving it left to right. "I don't know what is wrong." A deep mellow sigh came out of his mouth.
"Then why are you acting so… unhappy?" asked an impatient Mike.
"I don't know… okay?"
"Sure, I am going to get ready for the big day!" Mike ran off behind him, to the small lodges where they slept. Mike still hadn't understood the concept of Reaping Day, which in this case made Rak even angrier.
Rak stood up, his knees ached. He stretched a little before moving out to the fields. Tall grass lines rose from the soil, acting like a barrier. He moved a couple out of the path way that led to a bank. The tall plants shrouded his body, as though hiding his fears.
Out of nowhere, the tall stalk rustled a moved violently. He stopped dead on the floor. A whistling noise erupted, and the small leafs flickered past his ears. "Who's there?"
"Boo!" A girl jumped out of a stalk, knocking over a scared Rak.
"Ah!" He fell backwards onto the dirt, forming a blackening dust ball. "Hey, that wasn't funny Caroline!" The dirty blonde hair girl lifted Rak up, clenching his hand. Caroline, his only true friend, was a prankster. She liked to be a witty at times. Rak loved how she was friendly and nice. Her parents had been killed by an unknown man.
Caroline never spoke of her family's unexpected death. The only thing she would say was to hum a tune that her mother taught. Caroline now lived with Rak and his family, who treated her like their own.
Rak liked her, he never said anything to her about it but she noticed it. When she laughed or when they looked into each other's eyes, Rak would get all fluffy and he would bluff a little.
"Are you ready for today?" Caroline asked, as they started to move back to the lodges. Rak bit his lip, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Uh… Yeah, what about you?" Lied Rak.
"Sort of… I don't want to show up."
"Me too. Do you think we will be reaped?" Rak looked at Caroline, anxiously waiting for a reply.
"Well, we survived one year. Our odds are like everyone else."
"Is that a yes or no?" Rak exclaimed.
"No. I do not think we will be called. If we survive this year, we will only have five more years till we are free." replied Caroline.
"You may never know. They like to change rules, some people bend them. While others just… die."
They walked past the first lodge that was made up of small panels of wood, carved by other districts. Everyone was getting prepared for the Reaping. Rak felt uncomfortable seeing how, he might not see the same face ever again.
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