I awake to the slight patter of rain on the roof of my rickety wooden house. I sit up, stretch out my legs, and part my curtains slightly. It's gloomy and rainy, but I can tell that it's around five in the morning. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, stand up, and trudge into my kitchen where I find my older brother Jace making breakfast. He looks back at me then resumes his cooking.
"Morning, Trin," he says as he cracks an egg into a pan that is laying on our woodstove. I grumble something at him, and he chuckles. "Not awake yet, I see. Well maybe this will help a little!" he says as he sets a plate with two eggs in front of me, accompanied by a small glass of orange juice. I dig in, barely leaving anything to show for the meal that had once been in front of me. I stand up, walk back into my room, and start to get ready for today's reaping.
My name's Trinity Ulnstone. I've lived my whole life in District 7, all 15 years of it. I've only just recently, around five years ago, learned of this sadistic festival that the Capitol has deemed The Hunger Games. This will be my fourth reaping, and I remain as nervous as I have been in past years. This year, however, is special. As you know, every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell, in which there are some insane rule-changes/additions. This makes me even more anxious, since this will be the 100th anniversary, and there is bound to be some crazy twists that insure excitement, action, and, of course, death. I still don't understand why they hold this festival, but I go along with it anyhow. Besides, they won't draw my name anyway…will they?
I tell myself this over and over as I put on a pale white dress that flows to my shins, some short heels, and my trademark blue hair bow. I look at myself in the mirror, at my bright red curls, my dark green eyes, and smile. No matter how much I hate it, this is one of the only opportunities I get to dress up, which I love. It makes me feel like more people notice me when I'm dressed up.
I go into the kitchen once more and sit down at the table, waiting for Jace to change for the reaping. We're orphans, so he's sort of a parental figure to me. This is the last year that he'll have to attend the reaping as well, which makes me feel a little better about the coming year. We've never had it easy, but Jace has always found ways to make life better for me and provide for us.
My eyes flick to him as he walks in from his room. He always looks stunning, but we look nothing alike. He is sturdily built, while I am skinny and quick. He has dark brown hair, while I have bright red. He also has dark blue, almost purple eyes.
"Ready to go, beautiful?" he says, and gestures to the door. I smile and nod, hoping and praying that I get lucky this year as well.
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