The reaping
I sit on the steps of the stage watching the citizens of district 4 file in,
the first timers pale with fright are comforted by the elders related or not.
I smile dryly,if this is what it takes to bring us together then those deluding themselves that we could ever make a stand against the capitol are pure crazy.
Surely they realize this.
I look up, Just in time to see a frightened young girl, barely 13 years old,retch down her mother's front.
I look at her mother, and all sympathy I ever had for the little girl,vanished,leaving only emptiness in its wake .
A merchants daughter.
"Don't worry kid."I murmur, "you won't get chosen."
I don't say it out of spite ,it's true,
the rich never get Chosen only the unfortunate.
The unfortunate to be born poor and have too take out Tesserae.
I bet she's never taken out Tesserae.
I remember my games.
As I do every year, on this day.
Its not hard. I revisit them every night.
The thunderous roaring of the tributes.
The boom of the cannon.
The careers triumphant faces as they take the death blow.
The regret of those I killed.
Even those i didn't kill but I still felt,
knew,
that it was me who caused their deaths.
my mother,
my father,
my stylist,
my prep team,
My friends ,my family all dead
and it's all my fault. My fault.
"Are you moving anytime soon or are you waiting for the districts to override the capitol,if so then I hate to rain on your parade sunshine, but that days a long way off ."
Mags gives me a toothless grin,
Mags.
An elderly woman who won her games about 42 years one person I have to live one person who knew I could win when everyone else had given up on me. The one person Snow has too use against me. To get me to do his bidding-
I push the thought aside refusing to think about it now, not today,not the day of reaping.
Carmel steps up on the stage her hair fluorescent pink to match her high soprano.
"ladies and gentlemen, I would like too wish you all a happy hunger games,
And may the odds be ever in your favor!"her voice projects around the square.
This only emphasizes the silence.
She beams round at the crowd as though it's the happiest day of the year.
For her,
it probably is.
"ladies first"she announces. I can see she's suppressing laughter, at what I don't know.
Maybe it's just the date.
I clench my fists.
A high pitched Giggle escapes her lips
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
I tell myself.-
how I will the day closer when I can knock that silly pink smirk right off her face.
I imagine it.
Now I feel like laughing.
Then I remember what day it is.
Her hands play with the paper in the bowl.
.
Picking.
Finally she's satisfied with one, as she grasps it with her long painted nails.A better word would be talons as they are almost 3inches long and sharp enough to cut through skin.
I should know.
She pulls out a slip of paper.
It reminds me of something.
My vision clouds, as the images flash in front of my eyes.
And Im gripping the edge of my seat.
You will not think about it.
You will not think about it.
I didn't realize I'd said anything aloud until Mags comes over and takes my hand under the knows what I'm going through and she knows it's because of will do what ever she can to make it easier for being here,with her now makes it almost bearable.
Almost.
She reads the name,
Smiles,
And looks up.
"Annie Cresta."announces the silly capitol woman.
I see a girl move in the crowd.
She doesn't seem afraid just lost,alone and, unlike the others fully aware that she was on every screen in Panem and right now everybody was looking at her.
She didn't have much too worry about,
She had a slender figure, bronze skin , and heavy hair that balanced out her face.(she smoothed out her skirt.)But her most significant feature was her alone were enough to get any man to at least give her a second glance. 'They're the same as mine' I think.
'And look where that's got you' I contradict myself.
Emerald green.
Glittering every time she made a slight movement, tightly framed with long black lashes, only making the green more prominent.
I look into her eyes, and find a longing somewhere deep inside my chest.I immediately curse myself for this feeling.I know I can't fall in president has forbidden it.
How else would he get his ...don't think about it.
'Anyway you don't even know the girl' I think angrily.
Then realize its not the girl I long for.
The green.
Its the exact same shade as the sea.
I come to my senses just as Carmel calls the boys name."Onyx"
And he strides face has paled, but apart from that he looks
determined,strong, fierce,
stubborn.
Mags have a pair this time, these are always the stubborn ones.
The ones who don't accept its time too die.
Because no matter what, at least one of them isn't coming back.
At least.
He booms his name through the speaker temporarily interrupting my thoughts.
He tells everyone to remember his name,
For his name,
Will be the one of the victor.
In that instant I decide that I don't like 's more than that,I positively hate him he's one of those people who make your skin crawl at first sight.
One of those you don't want to get to know.
Every muscle in his body screams career.
I don't know why this gets to me, district 4 tributes usually join the careers pack,
Myself included.
He's going to enjoy these games.
And I hate him for it.
Authors note:well this is my story I have posted it b4 on another account but this is it soenjoy thoughts?