COBRA'S POV
I walk towards the square with my friend, Runyon, smiling. "Dude, a tux...really?, he chuckles.
I look down at my suit, its black and white, like all normal tuxes, but with a silver colored bow tie that my parents gave me, which surprised me because it was like the only time they actually payed any attention to me. "So, at least I don't have a hole in my jeans on my butt", I say, rolling my eyes. He is probably the dumbest friend I've had in my life, well, I guess he's my only friend.
He looks at his butt and felt around for the hole, some girls behind us looked at us like we were creepy and walked slower to get farther away from us. "Shut up, dude", he says, flipping his blue dyed hair. We walk along quietly and finally arrive at the square.
"I'm so gonna win these", I say flipping my neon green hair and smiling.
"And how are you so sure you're going to get reaped", he asked stupidly.
"Idiot, I whisper,"I'll volunteer. God, you're stupid". I walked away rolling my eyes when I saw the group of eighteen year old girls. I flipped my hair and smiled at them as they made over-exaggerated disgusted faces. I'm just too good for them, I thought. I signed in and walked over to the roped off boy's eighteen year old section. Runyon was a year younger, which probably explained him being so idiotic.
We were waiting when,finally, the mentor, Joy Spring came on. Joy was a woman who was supposed to be very dramatized about the Hunger Games but actually very boring. "Welcome to the..uh..100th Hunger games everyone", she said," Now we will watch the um..video,I guess, that started the Hunger Games". We all waited for a few minutes,looking around, whispering... "PLAY THE FREAKING VIDEO", she yelled to the sky. Then it finally began.
Once it was over,sadly, she spoke again. "Well I guess now we will choose the tributes". She started walking towards the men's bowl, "Oh um ladies first", a couple loud whoops came from the audience and it seemed like all the girls rolled their eyes. She reached in her chipped nails into the glass bowl and silence fell over the audience, mainly because everyone wanted to go into the arena. "Aquamarine Demonica", The crowd turns toward the fifteen year old section.
Aquamarines POV
I finally got into the fifteen-year-old section after my parents, who were divorced, started fighting, then my mom fussing over my stringy hair and and then..more fighting between my parents. I paid no attention to the screen where the video was playing while I picked the rhinestones off my shirt and watched them drop to the ground when suddenly I heard silence. As I was looking up I heard "Aquamarine Demonica". I saw everyone looking at me and my face must have looked surprised and shocked because a few people looked about ready to volunteer but I waved them off as I shook my thoughts.
I put on my most confident smile and marched to the stage, I even waved and blew kisses to the crowd, hoping to get sponsors from the capitol for my confidence. "Well, hello Aqua", Joy said paying almost no attention to me, picking at her nails.
"Uh, hi...", I said, seeing that she was already walking towards the men's bowl. She reached her arm in all the way to the bottom and drew out a name and walked back to the podium, not even bothering to pick up the slips of paper that fell out of the ball when she lifted her arm out.
She smoothed the paper out and announced,"Cobra Strike". An eighteen year old looked up and smiled confidently, I could tell he wanted to go in. He strutted up to the stage and Joy went to the stairs to help him up but he just jumped onto the stage.
He grabbed the microphone,"I'm so gonna win, so, I guess I will be seeing all of you in a few months", then he flipped his hair, probably thinking he was looking cool. Great I'm stuck with a guy who thinks the world revolves around him..eh, I guess I'll just kill him in the arena.
"These are our district one tributes and so I guess, may the odds be ever in your favor and blah blah, goodbye", she said walking towards the courthouse.
