AN: This is my first Fanfiction, so tell me what you think please! Warning that it's pretty short, I want to see what you all think of it!
I wake up to the scent of salt and seaweed, caused by the coastal breeze that is always prominent here in district four. My older -by a year- brother, Malcom is still asleep in his bed across the room. Today is the day of the reaping. Today is the day that two children from each of the twelve districts get chosen to fight to the death.
I sit up, stretching the sleep out of my body. I get out of bed, and find one of my best sundresses. We're ordered to dress nicely for the reaping, probably incase we get reaped, because it's broadcasted over the whole country of Panem.
I slip into the soft silk of the dress, which groups by my waist, and other than that is very flowy. The orange fabric, faded from the many uses it goes through, stands out against my tan skin. I braid my hair quickly, then head out the door, passing through the small kitchen before exiting the house.
I find myself on an empty dirt road, most people are either still sleeping, or staying in their house to prepare for the reaping. I walk down the road slowly, feeling every bump, and every pebble through my thin ballet flats.
The smell of the ocean strengthens as I make my way towards the beach. I feel the transition from dirt to sand happen slowly, so I take off my shoes, holding them in my hand as I continue to walk. I can feel the soft sand make its way between my toes, caressing my feet with each step I take.
Down the beach, I see a silhouette of a figure, standing and watching the crashing waves of the ocean. Their hands are shoved in their pockets, and I can tell from all the way down the beach that their hair is messy. And I know exactly who this guy is.
I make my way down the beach quickly, and his figures start to come into view. His raven black hair is messy as usual, his white button up-shirt messy. He is wearing khaki pants, and closed-toed shoes. Reaping day is the only day that you could get this kid to wear anything other than sandals.
"Hey Percy." I murmur as I move next to him, also gazing at the ocean, seeing if there was anything in particular he was looking at. His actual name is Perseus, Perseus Jackson, but everyone just calls him Percy.
I feel his gaze shift over to me, "Hey Annabeth," He says, "Are you ready for the reaping?"
I look back over at him, looking into his seaweed green eyes, "I don't know. How many times is your name in there?" I asked him, knowing that he used tesserae for his mother and himself.
"Probably around forty, I lost count," He mumbled, looking out to the sea again.
I keep my stare at him, "Theres still thousands of slips in there,I doubt you'll get chosen."
He looks down at the sand near his feet, "Yeah but forty something versus eight or nine? I mean someone gets picked every year, don't they?"
AN: I told you it was short! Leave any suggestions in the reviews please! I'll accept constructive criticism