I had to rewrite this, because my little brother "broke" my (I mean his) computer, I'm using my other brother's old netbook, thank god for nice people. I decided that I would quit my COTR aftermath for now and just go straight here. For safety.
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I stood patiently in the group of girls, waiting for Missy, the escort to call the name for the next female tribute for the Hunger Games. She takes a slip and holds it in her hands, and waits for everyone to calm down. "Marigold Perthshire!" I shiver, that's my name. I walk up to the stage, my life flashing in front of my eyes. "How do you feel about being a tribute this year?" Missy asks me. I say nothing, I obviously didn't give a crap. "Alright then." She walks towards the boys bowl and draws a name. "Obsidian Darkbloom! The boy heads up to the stage, however he actually felt confident in himself.
Missy asked him the same question, and just like me he didn't care. We were both led into the justice building and we literally thrown into separate rooms. I sat in the room for a while, and then my family came inside "You have three minutes." And the door shut. "Take this." My little brother handed me his necklace, it had a feather symbol on it. "You have to win, remember what we told you." My mother was in tears, but my father wasn't, he never cried. "I don't cry for dead girls." He said, I gave him a look, I didn't have the best relationship with my father, I blame the Hunger Games for that. "Time's up!" And my family walked away, silently. Another man took their place, he had a box of cookies, for some odd reason. "Hello Marigold, I am Garder Darkbloom, Obsidian's father.""Nice to meet you, sir." I hold out my hand and he shakes it. "Why did you bring the cookies?" "These are for my son." "You could have gave them to him yourself.""No. I don't want to, I came here to tell you something.""What?"" This year I want to get two victors out, like your parents.""Alright, go ahead and do that, you'll probably end up like the man that saved my parents. Dead.""I'll try, you and my son have to get out. Both of you." He walked out of the room, we weren't even talking for a full three minutes.
A peacekeeper was waiting by the door with Obsidian and we were escorted to the train, we had to take pictures, and we both showed no emotion. We went straight to the TV room and watched over the reapings, we looked for potential allies. After that we ate dinner, food from a ancient nation called China. "I heard your parents won the first games." Obsidian said, poking at his food."Yes they did, my father's certain that I'm going to die." "No, you're not, remember what my father told you."
Of course I remembered, and I left the dining room and went to my bed. I thought of my life, and my death.