I just want to say Thank you to all the people who have read so far, and I hope you like it. This is my first story on so I would love if you took a little time to review it and tell me what I'm doing well and what I should improve on, also I would like you to bet on who will win. Thanks you and Happy Hunger Games!
The District 1 Reaping: Byron & Lilith
Everyone citizen from District 1 pile into the District square. The potential tributes waiting in line to sign in, one after one they allow the woman at the table to prick their finger and take a drop of blood. As the last few hopefuls pile in, a short plump woman with long orange hair, with pink orchid flowers walks on stage and stands before the microphone. The mentor and victor of last years games walks on stage well, looking arrogant as always, with his perfectly toned muscles and greatly swept blonde hair. Torn Gregors was expected to win last years games, and he did with a flick of his wrist and a gleaming axe that accompanied him.
"Well then, I guess we should start," the woman says, smiling under her fluorescent red lipstick. The film starts and all the people in District 1 gaze into the screen, some rolling their eyes, thinking that it is useless to need to watch this. Some smirk, watching the war and the obliteration of District 1 and some watch with straight faces, awaiting to see this years tributes. The screen goes black and the eyes of the citizens look back at the District 1 escort.
"Well as always a very well made film," she says, again showing a toothy smile. "We shall now select the courageous tributes of District 1, to take part in The 22nd Hunger Games." She dips her freshly polished hand into the bowl containing every girl who is between the age of 12 and 18. She digs around for moment and then grasps a slip between her fingers. She pulls the slip up to her face and opens it slowly. She takes a breath and then says "Lilith Quenshia." A girl emerges from the crowd. Her light brown hair falls to her mid-back in slight waves, blowing in the cool breeze. Her soft rose cheeks bring out her glowing green eyes and light pink lips. She is the perfect female tribute for District 1, 17 years of age, and a high report in the training academy. She took tesserae out in these games, not for the food, for she was well fed, but just to have her names in more times than 6. She walks on stage with a steady pace and looks into the crowd, she brushes the hair out of her eyes and smirks.
"Congratulations," says the woman. "And now for the Male." She dips her hand into the boys bowl and takes a slip from the bottom, she opens the slip and quickly reads it. "Byron Hacklevon." A boy with pure black hair pushes others out of the way, trying desperately to get on stage. He towers above the rest, tall, fit and perfect age of 18. He would have volunteered unless he was chosen. He makes his way through the crowd and marches on stage. He gazes into the crowd at all the other boys, as if telling them not to volunteer... or else. Byron catches Torn's attention, he looks the boy up and down and takes a deep breath, he knows this boy's a winner, he can feel it.
"Our tributes from District 1!" the escort shouts. "Lilith Quenshia and Byron Hacklevon." The two tributes shake hands and are guided into the justice building by The Woman.