Disclaimer: I only own Serena, Marie and a few other MOC's you'll meet in this chapter. If you sue me, I will have no choice but to hex you, steal your clues, send you to the School, and sic both Egyptian and Greek gods on you. That's right.
Ferb's POV
Even before the sun was up, Phineas and I were up creating our newest gadget. We screwed in bolts and twisted screws, all the while worrying to ourselves about the Reaping. The Fiction Games were beginning today, all through the 6 Worlds. As Phineas hammered on the last panel, my mind was elsewhere. With the device done, we went inside for our reaping clothes.
10 minutes later, Phineas, Candace and I left for town square. We were worried, all 3 of us. Candace mumbled to herself, twiddling her thumbs. Phineas glanced around at the crowd, locking eyes with Isabella standing in the girl's section. I just stared straight ahead, willing it not to be me. Or Phineas. Or Candace. I needed it not to be them.
Mayor Roger Doofenshmirtz reads our "glorious" history. (A/N: If you still don't know the history, reread chapter 1, idiot.) As soon as he finishes, our representative Monogram steps up.
"All right, let's get this started. Girls first." He calls out gruffly, not "sugar-coating" it like other representatives do. He pulls a name.
"Isabella Garcia-Shapiro!" He shouts. There is dead silence. Phineas looks as though he has been slapped in the face. There is nothing we can do. Isabella's eyes dart around, looking for a savior, but Monogram does not even bother asking for volunteers. Slowly she trudges up to the podium. I watched Phineas, who was nearly in tears.
"And for the boys...Phineas Flynn-Fletcher!" Phineas turned as pale as a sheet.
Oh my god, not Phineas. Anyone but... I thought, just as another thought crossed my mind.
I knew what I needed to do. My hand shot up.
"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"
I walk up on stage. The next 10 minutes pass in a blur. Finally Isabella and I are lead inside the Justice building. Isabella has a few visitors, her mom and her friends Gretchen and Addyson. Candace walks up to me. She says nothing, only hugs me and hand's me a USB drive. I give her a smile, trying to look strong. The USB drive, I know, contains my blueprints. Phineas comes up next. He thanks me, and I tell him that when-I use the word when-I come home, he owes me big time. Baljeet, Buford, and my parents come up next, each giving me a hug and wishing me luck.
The next thing I know, me, Isabella, Monogram and Stacy Hirano, our mentor, have boarded the train to the Capitol. Isabella and I watch the other reapings on our TV, watching for possible adversaries and allies. I try to memorize the faces.
From the wizard district, a girl, Ginevra something, is chosen. Another girl, Serena Black, volunteers. She looks strong. Possible ally. A boy, Harry Potter, is also chosen. From the way Serena looks when he's called, it's obvious she likes him. Sucks for her.
In the Egyptian district, Carter and Sadie Kane. A brother and sister. Harsh. Both look pretty tough. I don't know what to make of them.
In the Greek district, Zoë Nightshade and Grover Underwood. She looks like a possible adversary. He looks like he's about to wet his pants. When he is asked to say a few words, he actually eats the microphone. He'll surely die in the bloodbath.
In the School district, a little girl-11, I think-Sheila Flowers (MOC), and a boy named Iggy-blind. Neither looks extremely tough. Nudge looks really scared. Iggy just looks annoyed, as thought these games are just a minor setback. But when they interview him, and they ask him if he'll work with Sheila in the arena, he psyches out. Sheila is visited onstage by a girl named Nudge, obviously her best friend. They hug, Nudge crying. then the scene cuts to my reaping.
Isabella and I look strong. Good. We don't, however, look particularly-well, particularly anything. Not like we've been training. Not like we love each other. Not even like we have someone to win for. But we don't look weak, either.
Finally, in Cahill district, a girl-Natalie Kabra, I think, and a boy, Stanley Atton (another MOC) are chosen. Both are obviously careers, training their whole life.
I can see who is a tough adversary, who will make an ally, and who will die within the first hour.
But I don't know what I am.
