Angela Grace, the escort of district four, takes up a lot and I notice her white lace glove, witch makes her look a bit to neat. Her long, shining black hair hang in soft waves and her lips are bubble-gum pink. People from the Capitol say that she looks like an angel, but I'd rather say devil in disguise.
My heart beats so hard that I'm sure it will explode soon, when Angela Grace finally reads the name:
"Tara Wevshkia!" My heart stops. I don't even notice that she pronounce the last name wrong – as I would usually have done – because it's not just any name. It's my name. It can't be true! I look at my older sister Erza and she gives me a look that says "I'm sorry, sis!" Then I slowly walk up to the stage and I still can't believe it's true! Why me? Of all the names…
As soon as I get up on the stage, Angela puts an arm around me and smile so that I can se he perfect white teeth. It disgusts me.
She walks over to the other bowl and read the name of the male tribute.
"Seth Aaleksu." At least it isn't someone I know, I think as a thin, black-haired boy with dark eyes gives a small girl a kiss on the cheek and then quietly goes up onstage. He looks sad and I would guess that he is in my own age, maybe sixteen years old.
"Let me present the tributes of district four: Tara Wevshkia and Seth Aaleksu!" says Angela loudly, and Seth gives me a pitying look.
In district four, the tributes are never aloud to say goodbye to their families and friends before they are sent off to the train, so I'm prepared when the peacekeepers takes us to the train just after the reaping.
Plenty of cameramen surround us and I can see that Seth tries his best to smile, but I just give them a superior glance. I'm not afraid, I'm almost never afraid of anything actually.
On the train, we get to choose our mentors.
"I'd like Zacarias" Seth says, and Zacarias follows him away the hall. I can hear him say; "Please call me Zac" before the doors closes behind them.
"Ok, and how about you, Tara?" Angela asks with her bright voice. I look at the winners with judgmental eyes and decide to choose Finnick.
"I want Finnick" I answer her. Finnick gives me a big smile and shows the way to our private room. All the furniture is luxurious and expensive and I wonder how it is to be rich? Does it make you happier?
"So, do you have any secret skills?" he asks and interrupts my thoughts. I think about the question.
"Well, I have one. I'm extremely fast."
"That's good, it can give you a huge advantage in the games" he admits. "Is there anything more?"
"I don't think so. I mean, I'm ok with knives and I'm not afraid to kill, but I know I have no chance against the careers. "
"Oh I wouldn't be to sure about that…" he replies mysteriously and I look at his handsome body, his curly blonde hair and kind eyes. Everyone loves him, but I don't know what I think of him yet. But still, what does that matter? Within a few weeks, I will be dead.
When night comes I take a quick shower and enjoy the scent of lavender and lemon. I'm absolutely fascinated by all the high tech stuff here, it's just amazing! I take a quick look at myself in the big bathroom-mirror. I have always envied Erza for her bright, beautiful hair that is dark in the roots but beautifully sun-bleached at the tips. Mine is black and boring, long and slightly wavy - therefore constantly matted. The skin is both golden brown and pale at the same time ( not that I have any idea how that's possible), and my eyes are speckled gray. The only thing I am really pleased with is the black, thick eyelashes that surround my eyes.
I turn the light off and jump into bed. As expected, I can't sleep. Now I'm alone with all the horrible thouths, I have nothing else to think about. It's just me and the darkness inside my eyelids left.
How could this happen! I wonder. What is Erza doing right now? Is she thinking about me to? Will she survive now that I'm gone, and she has to take care of everything by herself? God, I can't stand this !
When the day comes, I've hardly got a wink of sleep at all night.
Apparently, Seth haven't got any sleep he either, because when he comes into the dining room in the morning, he has big circles under the tired eyes and the hair stands on all sides. He only has a morning coat on, and he sits down slowly in one of the chairs around the large, round table. The rest of us are already up and I'm almost done with my breakfast.
"Good morning," Angela says politely.
"Good morning ..." Seth yawns
"Will not you take some breakfast?" She questions and pushes forward the basket of bread.
"No, thanks." That seems to make Angela upset, and it kind of enjoys me – just because I dislike her so much.
At eleven o'clock in the morning we arrive in the big Capitol. The train slows down and I look at all of the capital residents through the window.
"Wow" Seth exclaims , where he sits by the window and looks out on all waving people.
"Wow, they really doesn't look like the people at home" is all I can say. The people here have large, colorful hairstyles in all shapes, they are completely covered of makeup and their clothes have strange shapes. I look disapprovingly at them, and I already hate this place.
So that was Chapter 1 of my story, please comment what you think about it!
/Em