Reapings District 1
Hiker's POV
99,100. Few. I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead and stand up.
"ORPHANS! YOU HAVE HALF AN HOUR! LET'S GO!" I forget how loud Chandelle, the orphanage director could be on reaping day. She stomps past the bedrooms, stopping by mine and peering in, giving me a big smile.
"Come on boy, it's your big day." She says. I get dresses in our all black uniform, and stand nice and proud in front of Chandelle.
"Good work. Now go get your special package out of your rom. If you know what I mean." She says. 'Oh crap!' I think. I sprint back into my bedroom and jump on the bed, rolling on top of Topaz, who giggles and kisses me fully on the lips.
"Last night was brilliant you know." She says.
"I know. But you're going to have to wait for a while." I reply. We kiss for a while longer until we're interrupted.
"HIKER! DON'T FORGET WHATS REALLY IMPORTANT!" Chandelle calls again.
"Bye." I say.
"Goodluck!" Topaz calls, but I'm already out the door.
Muscira's POV
At the square, everyone compliments me on my dress, but I don't really care. I'm angry today. It's the day the capitol decides who they will slaughter this year. I hate them all.
I get into the 13 year old section, and stand as far away from the peacekeepers as possible. Charlet, my best friend skips up to me wearing a huge smile.
"MUSIC!" She calls.
"Charlet, how can you be so happy!" I hiss. "Those blasted capitolites are going to select two of us that will be potentially killed!"
"Shush!" She whispers to me, a complete look of horror crosses her face. She's a complete follower of the capitol's rules, completely out of fear. I've read so many books where people can be free, and there are no Hunger Games. I want to be free.
"Hello district one! And welcome to the 37th annual hunger games! Let's start with the lovely ladies, who brighten up the world!" Our bubbly, stupid escort says.
"Muscira Arden." She announces 'Poor child, I know she's not a career, she'll die' I think. Then I realise, it's me, the dead girl is me. I walk up to the stage calmly, and watch as the reaping proceeds. A tall, muscular boy volunteers. His name is Hiker, from what he's wearing, I know he's a career orphan. His green eyes are amazing, his tanned skin rough. We shake hands, and our escort leads us into the justice building, to say our goodbyes.