"You're volunteering today!" My dad reminds me from the kitchen.
"Yup!" I reply, flexing my muscles. My reaping clothes are lied out on my bed, which I approved earlier. They are good-looking, but I can make anything look good. My hair is damp from the shower, making cold water droplets glide down my back. I use the towel to scrub them off, and squeeze the remaining droplets out of my hair.
Minutes later my reaping outfit is on, and I'm heading off to the reaping. I can see the escort already on stage. She's making her way over to the girl's ball. I resist the urge to pass getting my finger pricked when I'm there. The escort fumbles around in the girl's ball until she finds a slip of paper she likes. She slowly rises her hand, pinching it like it contains germs. She slowly opens it.
"Piper McLean" she reads. Piper is the girl supposed to volunteer. She makes her way up to the stage, glaring at anyone who might dare to volunteer. Nobody does.
"Lovely, lovely!" The escort cries. Clearly, she doesn't remember the last time no one volunteered in District 1. "Now, for the boys!"
The boy next to me sighs. He really wanted to volunteer. The escort takes a name out of the boy's bowl.
"Connor—"She says before I interrupt her.
"I volunteer as tribute!" I exclaim. I smile smugly at the boy next to me. He sticks his tongue out at me. I jog up the stage. When I get to the top, I get a better look at Piper. She has choppy brown hair, which she probably got from her Cherokee culture. She's waving to her dad, a handsome man far away from the stage. I eye my dad. He isn't smiling.
AN: I know this chapter is very short and the writing is poor, but this is my first fanfiction. Plus, I find reapings very boring especially if they're from a career district. I know Jason is way more self-centered than in Rick Riordan's books, but in my story he's a career, and careers aren't the nice type. I'll try to do way better in the next chapter.
