hi my fellow hunger games fangirls! I'm sorry for making two of these! One I wasn't finished with yet and was a draft and copy and pasted it! Sorry! Please read this one because this is the one I will be adding chapters ti. Just ignore the other story. Thank you! This is a story about mags so enjoy! Don't forget to review!
MAGS P.O.V
/District four\
I didn't want to get out of bed today. I dread today. Today was the day of the reap. I had to put my name in 52 times because I need tesserae. My brother, Markus, who is 17 and mostly my sister, Mazie, who is 11 need it desperately. Mazie is very sick with the flog. It's a terrible disease in district four. We are pretty sure she got it when she got locked into the "safety tower" for a week with half a breadstick a day. My mother dislikes everyone. She never trusts anyone. When my dad got killed by the head
peacekeeper ,Shemone, it put her in shock. My dad was a very good man. My mother used to be like that too but now she never talks to me. It's just Mazie, Markus and I. At least we don't live in 10. They are really poor. I heard that they get starve to death and rarely even get a bread stick! That's sad. I at least get a chicken leg or wing and a few bread sticks each meal. "Come on Mags we are going to be late" Markus yells from his
room. His room is directly across from mine. My room is a sea green and yellow with multicolored fish scattered. Markus's room is a blue with red coral on the bottoms. He really likes to paint, and he's good at it too. He painted his room and my room. He takes a painting class outside of school and on school. I wish that I could paint like him. He is so creative and gets straight A's every school section. I like to sing. I was selected to sing in the district 4 choir. The head singer is 17 and about to turn 18.18 is when you
retire then go into the 19-30 group. I am 15 so I have a few more years. When she does retire, I will surely be the head singer. The head singer gets to sing solos and really hard parts. I get dressed in a dress Mazie picked out for me. It was a flappy salmon dress with an aqua belt and light brown leggings and brown formal boots. Mazie did my hair in a braid bun with a few strips hanging down where if I had bangs, they would be right there. I look too pretty I think to myself. "You look perfect" Mazie compliments me. "Thank you, Mazie" I thank her. "Please go drink some water, you look
pale" I ask her. She walks out with a smirk. I look myself in the mirror. I whisper to myself "One day, there will be no hunger games. One day, people will not boss me around. One day there will be no peacekeepers. And most certainly one day I will be completely free". Free. It runs through my mind like when Mereope runs his fingers through my hair. Mereope is my boyfriend. He is so beautiful. I remember the first day I met him. It was a beautiful sunny day by the beach. I was lying down, getting some raise when a boy kicked sand into my mouth. I was about to yell at him but then I looked up. He quickly apologized and helped me up. He was playing volleyball with his
friends and wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Then after getting to know each other he asked me out. I love him so much. I don't know what I would do without him. I walk over to my shelf and look at my photo album. My best friends standing there smiling along with me. I am not the super popular girls but I am pretty popular. I am friends with the populars but not best friends. My two best friends are named Jacqimine and Nikkia. If I go into the hunger games I will really miss them. But what are my chances of being the "lucky one"? I walk out humming one if my choir songs. I knock on Mazie's door. "Mazie, we are leaving I will see you when we get back" I told
her through the door. "Ok good luck" she answers back I walk out to the kitchen and see Markus eating a ham sandwich. "Markus! What are you doing? We have to be there in 5 minutes!" I yell. "I was hungry" Markus responded with a mouth full of cheese, bread and ham. "Come on, crazy" I tell him and swing my purse around my shoulder. Dang it. I forgot you can bring anything with you to the reaping. I slip it off my arm and walk out the door with Markus following me. _ We live close to the square so we walk there. It's not like we have a car. When we get to the square, there are only about 100
or so people there. The rest pile behind us when we get in line to be identified. When my finger gets pricked I say goodbye to Markus and head over to where all of the 15 year olds were standing. After a few minutes of waiting and talking to Jacqimine and Nikkia I hear a microphone click on. "Hello,hello" I hear the escort named Rosalina tell the crowd. "Welcome to the 9th annual Hunger Games! Who is excited because I know I am!" Rosalina's voice booms into the microphone. Silence. "Ok let's start" she said
weirdly, breaking the awkward silence. "Ladies first". She put her hand in the clear glass bowl and grabbed a yellow and black card. I felt bad for that lucky someone, who's name was written on the card. I closed my eyes, hoping she didn't say anyone that I had a close relationship with. Rosalina's mouth opened.
"Mags Cohen".
ooo mags! I feel bad for you. R&R