Reaping Day.
I blink at the ceiling, covered in moisture from the rain which has poured through the hole in the roof. I watch it drip onto my bed, nodding my head to the rhythm of the raindrops.
I love rain I think
"CLOVE!" My mother shrieks.
"What?" I answer sleepily.
"IT'S 8:00!"
Crap. The peacekeepers flipped last time I was late... by flipping me onto my back.
"Coming!" I say, sweetly.
I put on my favorite dress, mauve with white lace. It compliments my black hair and witchy green eyes. I peek at myself in the mirror, twiddling my eyes and scrunching up my nose so my freckles go all wiggly. I start having a fit of hysterics, giggling like a maniac. I trudge down the carpeted steps of my home in District 2. My mother is by the door, her eyes narrowed like a snakes, which makes her look EXACTLY like a snake, because of her dyed blond hair looking like the colors on a snake.
"What are you looking at?" I say sarcastically
She points to the door. "Go."
"But-"
"NOW!"
To my surprise, the rain has stopped, leaving the sun shining above me. Damn, I think. Silver's hair would have collapsed. I find myself roaring with laughter, gaining odd looks from a person next to me, which makes me laugh even harder.
When I arrive at the town centre, I am one of the last to arrive. I get my blood taken by the peacekeepers and stand with the other 15 year olds. I stare forward to the stage.
Silver Keeper, an idiot from the capital, ready to draw the reaping, is adjusting her silver wig, which is wet from the earlier rain. Her thick layer of mascara has smudged, dripping down her pale face. I smirk to myself. Then the normal video appears. Blah, blah, blah, uprising, capital, hunger games, blah, blah, blah. The video ends, and silver walks to the front of the stage
"Ladies first!" She trills.
She sticks her hand into the reaping ball, and grabs the first piece of paper she touches.
"Clove Sabrin."
I grin, and walk to the stage. I have been training for this my entire life, I'm the best girl in District 2 , I am going to win this. I think.
"Boys next!" Yells Silver
She picks a name from the bottom.
"Hugo Quaid!"
A white- faced boy walks forward to the stage, when a muscular, blonde boy steps forward.
"I VOLUNTEER!"
All eyes point towards this boy, although a volunteer is not an uncommon thing in District 2 .
"What's your name?" Silver asks
"Cato Hadley"
"I give you this year's tributes, Cato and Clove!" Silver cheers, and I see the whole of District 2, clapping and screaming our names. I know this boy. The confident look in his brilliant blue eyes let me recognize him. The tanned skin, the spiky blond hair, the large muscles...
He's the boy from training school.
The one who beheads the dummies.
The one who has killed a man out of anger.
I feel fear rising up in my throat.
We are hustled into a 'car' by a group of peacekeepers. This is not like the average car in district 2. There is fine furnishings and velvet curtains covering the windows. I am squished between Cato and Silver, his brawny elbows pinning me down, and Silver's bony elbows nudging my shoulders.
"You will LOVE the capital guys!" Silver trills, jostling around with excitement, "It's fantastic! Fine food elegant furnishings..."
I nod my head, pretending to take all of this in. Silver smiles at me, but peers at Cato , who is looking out the window, with concern.
"Cato?"
Cato doesn't move. I look at him, a smirk on my face, and I see the corners of his lips turn up.
He turns his head towards me, and we nod our heads simultaneously. Cato suddenly leans into me, forcing me to crush Silver. Cato is bawling with laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. I muffle some giggles.
"Right." Silver says. She asks to stop the car, and gets out. She climbs into the fronts seat.
Right in front of Cato.
I grin, picturing what will happen next. Cato suddenly lifts his leg, and pushes it into the seat with such force that Silver flies into the dashboard.
Me and Cato are shrieking with laughter now. We are not cruel people, we want to make the most of the capital, by making everyone else's time there a misery.
She turns around, her lips moving to tell us off, when the driver yells;
"WE'RE HERE!"
We leap out the car, and the train is already there. A fine, long white train, with so many compartments it stretched out of the station, even though the only people on board would be the Avox, Silver, Cato and I, and our mentors, Enobaria and Brutus.
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