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CHAPTER ONE
AMERIGO'S POV
I wake up at 3am that night. Stretching, I notice my younger brother, Massimo, who is five, and my elder brother Ulderico, who is fifteen, still sleeping inside my room. My other younger brother Chiaffredo, who is eleven, is already in the electrican mill.
I come from a family of five children. My father, Biagio Wayensboro, is a electric power factory worker. Factory workers, and the area they live in, is nicknamed the Electric. I live in the Electric, a place where all our neighbours are factory workers.
My mother, Piera, is already at work. For my family, the house rule is that we must have 2 family members working at a time. I have missed school more than 20 times to earn money for the family. But even so, Ulderico and I still have to take tesserae. This is my first year taking tesserae. But my name will be in the reaping bowl nine times, as both my grandmothers live with us. My two grandfathers have passed away.
I glance at Ulderico. Ulderico will have his name in the reaping bowl thirty-six times. I shudder at that realisation. Will the hunger games- will the seventy-sixth hunger games- quench my brother?
Still yawning, I put on my factory uniform and leave the house, eating the bread the mayor gives each person between twelve to eighteen every hunger games- just in case they might get reaped. However, I divide the bread into nine pieces, eating two.
"Good morning," I say to my manager, Mr. Kittello. "Amerigo Wayensboro," he reads off my name tag. "Well, good thing you are here, we have received news that cars District One produced require more power to run before they are sent off to the Capitol. You will be put in that fuelling, will you?"
"Yes sir."
Mr Kittello passes me my assignment task sheet- which I will show to the supervisor of District One production.
I walk to the area designated for District One, head to wherever is for the cars, and start plummeting power and electricity. It is a very complicated process- being five different colours of wires that produce different types of electricity.
Red wires are for making things work better- the thing they produce will be of better quality, but the electricity given by red wires aren't that appleasing. An hours worth of charging can only let you use one and a half hours from it.
Blue wires are for making things last longer- it is vice versa to red wires. So, blue wire things are of bad quality, but an hour of charging gives you two days of use.
Yellow wires produce power that are of equal speed and quality, but they will explode into nuclear weapons an kill thousands if they come into contact with liquid. Even though they are probably the best choice in terms of quality and speed, to sometimes not damage people, we refrain from using too much of it.
Green wires don't require on the coal from District Twelve but instead run on green oil mixed with a few katniss roots, and three petals from the rare green flower Penavia. Since Penavias are rare, green wires are also rare. But green wires are the best choice of wire, as they both work well and last long.
Black wires are the easiest to make but most dangerous. Instead of hiding the black coal, it is lit up in fire and used to make the wire skin. Like yellow, they will explode when coming in contact with liquid, but only with oil. And when they explode they go underground and seize and explode, crushing the foundations of buildings. We still use it when red and blue are out of stock- and so are yellow and green.
Even their own wires have negative and positive- and so many other unexplainable processes.
I see that the cars need to last long- they will be driving from District One to the Capitol directly- not transported by trains. I hold a negative blue wire and attatch it to the correct socket. Not so good effects. I rummage through the wires and find that yellow and green are out of stock, and we should not add red. I have no choice.
I carefully take the black wire and place it through the wire socket, careful it does not touch the green oil used to make the green wire. Sixty-two years ago, a girl named Abbey Horne made that mistake and the whole Power mine exploded. Abbey is now eighty-three years old. Alive.
At exactly 9am, Ulderico comes to replace me. It is a lucky shift, he will work until the reaping then stop. Until tomorrow. I remove my jacket and toss it to him. "Good luck for the reaping!" I call out to him as he moves to the area Mr. Kittello told him to go, the Capitol section. Then I find my reaping outfit.
It is a simple blue top with black jeans. I move towards the building outside Victor's Village, the beautiful and well-knowned Power Theatre, in the better part of District Five, named the Flowerose for a reason who knows why.
I line up in a line close to the stage, where we are grouped by age. The eighteens are up in front, while the twelves are behind. I wave to Ulderico a goodbye as he lines up with the fifteens.
The female name is chosen quick and fast- Glyceria Tonse. A girl with long, blonde hair with muscles rushes to the stage, outbeating twelve-year-old Glyceria Tonse. Obviously, the girl is an eighteen, in front, but Glyceria is an Electric, from the back.
The Capitol representative, Casper Hingred, seems happy to get a volunteer.
"What's your name?" he asks the blondie.
"Rebecca Henderson," she replies.
"Let's all clap for Rebecca Henderson!"
Rebecca Henderson is obviously one of the Career tributes. Careers train secretly and then volunteer for the Hunger Games. Rebecca's mother is one of the girls in charge of going to Districts to transport extra product uneeded in Five. Rebecca most likely got siphoned off to District Two for training. There are three Career districts, One, Two and Four, but I know Mrs. Henderson is in charge of exporting things to Two, so I guess Rebecca went there.
Before I can even pray for Ulderico's safety though, the male name is read out by Casper. And it is not Ulderico Wayensboro.
It is Amerigo Wayensboro.
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