Part 2. Hope you don't mind it's so short, the best bit's coming up!
All five of the girls were sent upstairs to get changed into their dresses for the reaping. Next door the boys were crashing about trying to find their one smart shirt. Poppy, the youngest girl in the family and the only one not old enough to be included in the occasion, went upstairs to help. Her older sister looked outstanding in a navy blue and white, knee length dress with a puffy skirt to it. Her brown hair fell in ringlets down to her ribs. Her ivory skin clear and with her deep red lips outlined, she clearly outshone her cousins. They all wore the same dresses in pink, green and yellow. Poppy and her sister inherited the beauty genes, but nobody liked to say. Poppy tied a ribbon in her hair, which he sister then re-did to make it look 'professional'. When they all traipsed back downstairs again, everything was ready and it was time to leave.
The entrance to the square was swarming with people of all ages: crying little siblings, crying young boys and girls awaiting their fate, and crying parents and grandparents. Poppy, her mother, her aunt and her youngest cousin Jude were ushered to a different section of the square, to watch the events from the crowd. Poppy just had time to hug her sister and whisper good luck before being tugged away. She found herself in the front row of the on-lookers, only metres away from the children, placed in their different age groups, two of which would be called out to take their place in the 72nd Hunger Games. She had lost sight of her family members. All were different ages, except her twin cousins who were both 14 and refused to leave each other's side. When scanning the audience for her sister, Poppy was surprised to find herself looking into her best friend's eyes. He was on the edge of the 12 year olds, closest to the audience. Poppy wanted to smack herself. Of course Brin was involved in the Reaping. He was a year older than her, but he was kept back a year at school because of his dyslexia. She saw the dread in his eyes and all she wanted to do was fling her arms around him, and protect him. He had special needs, Brin. Poppy took him under her wing when he was the shy new boy who did not quite fit in. As she got to know him, she watched him develop into this lovely, caring boy, with, surprisingly, an incredible brain. He was an extremely smart boy, but nobody could see it. He could be very quick-witted, and was a fabulous inventor. He and Poppy had become best friends very quickly, and now she was horrified that she had forgotten this was his first year in the Reaping. He hadn't mentioned it, and so she hadn't had the opportunity to wish him luck. Now, looking into his deep grey, Seam eyes, she said with her own deep brown eyes; Good Luck.
