Okay so this is my new story,about the life of Foxface. Im still carrying on with 'Gales Story' ,its just I wanted to start this one too. 'Foxface's Story' isnt very origional,so if you have got any good nameideas,please share! Thanks!
Foxface's Story
I had never really had a very exciting life,untill the reaping. Life was simple. My parents worked,I went to school,and so on. We had never had to sign up for terrese,district 5 was not exactly 'poor' . Mother worked on the solar farms and my father in the Nuclear power plant. Although his job is classified as dangeorous, nobody ever seconded it,it was normal in 5. On reapings,however, we did get nervous. I was an only child and my parents did not want to loose me, I was all they had that did not invole work. This year,it was different. I always woke up early on reapings, about 5:30am I got out of bed, not that this was much different, I usually got up at 6 most mornings, I can't sleep for too long. Not knowing what to doI take out a book, I own lots of books. I maily read about the past,about our ancestors. I suppose getting up early on reapings is like an acient tradition in the 'old world' ,called Christmas. Children woke up early to wake their parents to see if 'Santa Clause' had came to bring them glorious gifts. Im not quite sure why they got presents, but I know it sounds better than life now. It makes me loath them with jealousy. Now I am reading about reality TV shows, they sound so different, nobody forced to watch them, and nobody gets killed. It seems hard to imagine, that the sun starts to come up, I take my long ginger hair and put it into a bun,just above my head. I always wear my hair up, to try and hide it. Some people see it as a threat. That I am a threat, as if my hair explains my personality. When I was younger, people used to say say "Shes going to be a fiery one" or " That one will have a temper" Infact, I am quite the opposite.
I have a calm nature, never getting worked up about much, then again,I don't really have much to get worked up about. Im no good at making friends and im extremly shy. I like to keep myself to myself. People at school whisper about me. Mother and father say they are jealous of my 'brains' , although I wouldn't ever admit that I was some sort of clever. The reason I am 'clever' is because I don't get distracted, although sometimes,I get lost in daydreams about the past, I have a passion with history. Some girls mock me becuase they think I look like a fox. What they don't realise is that I don't mind one bit. I like foxes, they are crafty and sharp, they use there initative to survive, some would say they were sly and kniving creatures, I like to think think that they are the oposite. The clock ticks by, and the hours,untill the reaping. I put on my white, wavy dress,as I do every year. Unable to eat breakfast,like the rest of my family. We wait,in silence, untill the horn blows.
I jump as the pircing noise , we stand up, hug eachother and trembling I make my way towards the reaping. Standing with the people of my age, although, I stick out as I am a lot smaller than most of the people in my age group. My hands, sweting and shaking uncontrolably clutch my dress. Our district escort then walks out, Lucinia Metcart, shes new. She got the job at 5 last year, although she is just as bubbly and extravagent as the rest. With her pale crimson skin and bright neon pink wig, you can see her from 3 miles away. She says the famous words " Happy Hunger Games,and may the odds be ever in your favour" before showing us the painsakenly long video about the history. Although I love history, this is a different matter. The video finnishes and she clip clops up to the microphone,tapping it to test it still works,as if it wouldn't. "Ladies first" She exclaims excitedly as if this is a happy event. Plunging her hand into the bowl she takes out the bleach white folded peice of paper. My heart races faster and faster,my legs go like jelly.
"Alicia Crootcher" She reads
That is when my heart stops and everything starts to spin. I feel as if I have been standing there a life time. I know I must walk to the stage as I hear the muffling of her vocie calling me up, I also faintly here the screams and crys of my mother, knowing that I am going to die. Still stunned I fall over myself, nobody laughs like they would at school however, they are showing compassion, as of corse, they know after this day, they will never see me again. I hang onto the tiny thought of hope that there could be a volunteer, but deep in my heart I know they will never be one, this is district 5.I manage to somehow shuffle to the stage, hearing the echoing noises of every footstep I take. I have totally forgotten about the boys by this time. Again, Lucinia plunges her hand into the glass bowl to bring out the boys name.
"Aaron Bulitard" She says,plainly.
He looks around,startled. His big brown eyes buldge , he gulps and walks over to the stage,trying to hide his emotion. Somehow coinciensiously he is the same age as me, in my class at school. I have never aproched him before. He is one of the jokers of the class,always trying to impress the girls by being cocky. I decide not to talk to him. We shake hands weakly. Within seconds we then are pushed out of the public eye by the whitly dressed peacekeepers. I am shoven into a small room in the district hall. I look out of the window seeing everyone file out,looking relived but still not being able to recover from today, everyone eles is the same. The parents of the saved also look happy, that there children have once been saved for another year. Saved from almost imminent death. There children have been salvaged for another year.