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Ole Beyon/D1M/18
I step out from the bathroom after my hot shower, and I'm immediately greeted by my mother. "Ole", she tenderly whispers. "We need to get going". She's right, the Reaping should be starting soon.
"Winter", I say. She is more alert now. I don't really call her by her name, it's always just "Mom" or "Mother". "This is no time to start acting goofy, we need to start leaving now", she interrupts.
She leads me down our marble staircase and straight into the living room. Glase, our butler, is standing on the bear skin carpet, waiting patiently with our jackets. "Good luck, brave one", he says. I take my jacket off from his shoulder. "Even if it is your time today, which it most likely isn't, you'll do amazing in the arena". He's telling the truth, I could do amazing in the arena. The only reason I believe him is because he's a victor.
I'm not sure what year he won, but I do know that he's extremely fit and powerful. We started at a young age, he began to train me down in the gym in our basement. He thought me how to attack using various weapons and how to do different activities like climbing or swimming. We started every morning at six-thirty to eight, pushing on and on relentlessly. He did do a good job to me, he gave me a six pack and some nice muscles. His reason behind all this training was just in case I got reaped. Well, this is my last year to be reaped. If I don't get picked this year, will he lay back on the training?
He pats me on the back and I wave him a goodbye as Winter and I walk out the door. I look up at the mansion thinking that this could be my last time seeing it. It's a small chance though. I'm not going to volunteer, I don't know why anybody would. I suppose I'm not your typical Career tribute as I don't want to be in the Games, but if I do get reaped, I'm certain someone else will volunteer.
We make our way across the busy streets until we make it to the town square. The place is full to the brim. There are little kids, too young to be in the Games, running around screaming while there are elderly adults prepping their sons and daughters in case they get reaped.
"Ole, meet up with me at the butchers, okay?", my mother says. I nod my head and go in for a hug. I take in every bit of her presence, knowing that I could never see her again. It's an extremely low chance, but it's still possible.
"Attention! Everyone, please make your way to the Reaping now!". I'm startled at the loud voice that booms out of every tree and lamp post in the city. The Reaping is about to begin.
My mother pushes my long black hair to one side, trying to cover my one scar on my face. With one last kiss on the cheek, my mother disappears into the seating area for the adults.
I make my way into the rapidly moving queue and wait around until I reach the top. "Arm", a blank woman demands, showing no personality or emotions. I raise my arm and she fiercely pulls it closer and injects a syringe into my finger. "You said arm, not finger", I say to her. She stares into my eyes and I see that she has no iris, just two black pupils. She almost looks like some sort of odd Capitol robot. "Next".
I stand at the end of the crowd of teen boys, making myself the first to get out when the Reaping's done. Everyone is big and buff, almost bigger than me. One of them must volunteer if I get picked. I let my eyes wander around to search for my mother, but there's no hope. Once again, I'm startled by the loud voice of a deep man on the stage. "Welcome, everyone, to the District 1 Reaping!". Everyone claps with joy, adding a few whistles and shouts too.
"I, Hamborus Lottel, shall be reaping the male and female tributes!", the ecstatic man shouts. "Let me begin!", he screams, "Ladies first!".
Hamborus slowly walks out from behind the marble stand, revealing his huge pear shaped stomach. He looks like he's having a hard time walking to the glass bowl. His cotton candy textured orange jacket looks like it's about to burst open. He's halfway there when he stops and whispers for help. Then a man runs out onto the stage and holds his hand as he pulls him over to the bowl. The man flees from the stage just as Hamborus arrives at his destination.
"Now!", he pants as sweat runs down his forehead, "It is time!". The bowl is huge, there must be a lot of names in it. He dips his thick fingers into the massive bowl and immediately pulls out a slip. He's also having trouble opening the thin piece of folded paper. He finally lifts the flap up and reads out the name. "Velvet Chezary".
I spot Velvet rising from the corner of my eye, but a voice screams out, stopping her in her tracks. "I volunteer as tribute!".
Glamour Twinkle/D1F/17:
I scream the common phrase out again. "I volunteer as tribute!". Hamborus screams out in pleasure. "Ooh! A volunteer! Come on up sweetie!". I step out from the girls and walk up the stone path towards the stage. This is it! After years of hard training, I'm finally going to be a tribute! People are going to see me all over Panem, punishing people with death. This is going to be amazing.
I walk up onto the stage and look at the cheering crowd. "So what's your name, honey?", Hamborus asks. The stage fright kicks in a little, but I try my best to not show any fear. "Glamour Twinkle". The crowd screams with joy. "You sound just like a twinkling jewel! Precious!". I look at Hamborus and I almost puke at the sweat pouring from him. "Now it's time for the boys!".
Who shall be my partner in crime? Will he be tough? Handsome? Strong? Kind? Caring? I need to know!
The man who had just helped Hamborus hops onto the stage, once again, and begins to help him across to the male bowl. This is it..
The man disappears and leaves Hamborus on his own. He plucks out a card from the bowl, and this time he can open it. He reads the name aloud. "Ole Beyon".
Ole Beyon/D1M/18:
What? No.. no! This can't be real, is this some sort of prank? Did Hamborus just call my name out? He did.. What are the odds? My name was only in there once, so how could it be picked out? The bowl was huge! I can't believe this.
"Ole? Where are you?!", Hamborus shrieks. I step out from the crowd and begin to walk forward towards the stage. Where's the screaming voices saying "I volunteer!"? They're nowhere to be found. I turn my head back at the crowd of teens and they seem to be cheering loudly. If they like the fact that I'm going to be a tribute, why don't they like it enough to volunteer? It happens every year apart from this year, the year that I'm reaped!
I slowly walk onto the stage and stand beside Hamborus nervously, hoping that someone will volunteer.
Glamour Twinkle/D1F/17:
Well, he's certainly different. Physically, he's on point. He's tall, large and muscular. It's not that bad to mention that he's kind of hot too. His rough, long black hair makes him look vicious. He's the perfect Career tribute, except one thing.. He's shaking relentlessly. "So!", Hamborus roars, "Say hello to your District 1 tributes!". The crowd of teens scream and shout. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!".
Hamborus walks on ahead of us, not giving us a second look. Ole and I stare at each other and he gives me a smile. I smile back.
Just as the Hamborus swings the doors of the Justice Building open, I hear a loud scream behind us approaching quickly. "Ole!"
Ole Beyon/D1M/18:
I hear my mother screaming my name and I turn immediately to see her standing right in front of me. "Don't go!", she yells as she grabs onto my arm. I don't know how to react, but I don't have anytime to react, because two Peacekeepers sprint over to us and they grab her off of me and push her to the floor.
"Mother!", I scream as I'm pulled into the Justice Building by a group full of Peacekeepers. Their white helmets block my view, but I can vaguely see a whip being brought up and down fiercely.
The doors slam shut just as I see a gun being pulled from a Peacekeeper's pocket. I hear the gun shot which leaves the crowd screaming in fear, and leaves me facing the wooden door, fearing for the fate of my mother.
Cliffhanger! Please review, please fill out more forms and please read the first chapter when it goes up when I get all the tribute forms! Thanks, byeee! :)