Here's the first Reapings! Thanks to 2019rocheca for Krys and Xymena Falling for Silky! If you notice a line that is exactly the same as something you put in the submission form, don't be surprised, I probably like the line.
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Krystal 'Krys' Jackson, 12's POV:
"Yes ma'am, the money will go straight to feeding the homeless," I tell the old woman. It's Reaping Day, but why should that be an excuse not finish one of my numerous charity projects? And also, just because this is District One doesn't mean that everyone is rich. There actually are poor people here, including myself and my family. You see, I have fifty younger siblings and a mentally ill mother, which means that I have to provide for every one of them. And even though I'm constantly raising money for the poor, I don't keep any for myself, that would be so selfish! When you see me on the street playing the flute, violin, or any other instrument I can, which is every instrument invented, I always donate my earnings to some other family.
The Reaping will commence in about an hour though, so I better get back home. 'Home' is a tiny pathetic shack in the middle of a bunch of mansions. My hope for getting out of here is to get a high-paying job once I graduate from college. You see, when I was five years old, I got a full scholarship to Yale, and I'm still acing all of my classes at school. I'm the only hope for my family.
When I walk through the doorway which used to contain a door, I'm literally swarmed by my siblings, all fifty of them.
"What for breakfast?" one of the younger ones asks.
"Well, today, everyone will get a filling meal of one berry each, in honor of Reaping Day!" They all yell out in delight, we haven't had a meal like this in ages. I pass out a berry each to every one of them, leaving none for myself. Why should I eat if I have fifty brothers and sisters to feed? In the back of my house I hear a door slamming, which was probably caused by my overwhelmed mother. She wants nothing to do with us, and definitely won't come to the Reaping with us.
While they are eating, I go into an enclosed corner to change into my outfit for the Reaping. I take out a pretty teal dress I made out of some fabric I found lying in the street one day. I turned the scraps into a work of art. Along with that, I wear my only prized possession: a diamond necklace. My friends gave it to me a while ago, and they still won't let me sell it. I didn't want to disappoint them, so I kept it for times like these. I also put my gorgeous blonde hair into a ponytail. I guess I'm all ready now.
When I come out into the general area where my siblings are, I get a genius idea. What if I volunteered for the Games? I'm eligible to be Reaped, being a Mary-Sue, and if I win, I'll have enough money to support my immense family! And of course there's no doubt I will win, I'm amazing at everything I try. I haven't trained at all here, but when we get to the training center, I can pick up a million new skills! Perfect!
I lead my brothers and sisters out of the house and into the town square with a bright smile on my face. This will be the turning point in my life! I leave my siblings to take care of themselves while I get in line to get my blood taken, and then line up with the other twelve year olds. Our escort, Sapphryn, steps into the stage with her expensive Capitol clothing and bright, sapphire-blue hair. The Capitol must be a magical place. I know that they created the Hunger Games, which I'm definitely not a fan of, but it was only fair, after the rebellion and all.
"Good morning everyone, and happy Hunger Games!" she announces with her high-pitched voice. "It's time to pick tributes to compete in the fourth Quarter Quell!" She reaches her hand into the one, large, glass bowl, and picks out a slip of paper. "Emmy Gemstone!"
I try to get onto the stage, but I'm pushed out of the way by another volunteer, who gets there first.
"What is your name?" Sapphryn asks the girl.
"Silky Silk," she proudly says. Silky Silk… That name sound so familiar. Oh yes, her sister, Jewel Silk, was a recent victor. It looks like Silky wants to show her up.
Sapphryn places her hand back into the bowl, and takes out another paper. "Lapiz Mysie!" Very quickly, I sprint onto the stage before anyone else. Sapphryn smiles at me with her big, blue, lips. "And what is your name, sweetheart?"
"Krystal Jackson," I state, "but you can call me Krys."
"Here you are District One, your tributes for the fourth Quarter Quell, Silky Silk and Krys Jackson!"
I turn to face Silky and to shake her hand, and she has a menacing look in her eyes. She wants to win, and she certainly doesn't want me to get in the way of her victory. But I have the mystical powers of the Mary-Sue.
I'm taken with Sapphryn and Silky to a stuffy room in the Justice Building where my friends and family will come see me before I board the train. First in is my mother. She looks at me like I just puked up rainbows and pooped marshmallows.
"Why… Why… Why did you do that Krys?! Are you insane! You'll die in the arena, you're only twelve!" she spats.
"Mom, you don't understand! I have the powers of the Mary-Sue, I'm bound to win, there's no chance I won't win! Trust me."
She just shakes her head and walks out. "I guess I'll have to trust you, Krys."
After she opens the door and leaves, my fifty brothers and sister squeeze themselves into the room, bawling and clinging to me.
"Don't leave Krys!"
"We'll starve without you!"
"You are the most awesome person that ever lived, you can't abandon us!"
I give them a sweet smile and comfort them. "Don't worry you little heads off, I'll be back soon after I win the Games. But for now, take this and sell it to get money for food," I say as I unclip the diamond necklace. My friends will just have to deal with the fact that this will feed my siblings. I hand it to the oldest ones, the twins, Garnette and Rubyann. "Take care of yourselves."
Once they leave, my best friends enter, Kya, Ivorie, Aura, Pearle, and Kamber. They all surround me in a huge hug and wish me good luck. After them is the person I most wanted to see, my boyfriend, Percy. And no, just because I'm only twelve doesn't mean I don't have a boyfriend, I'm a Mary-Sue for goodness sake, all guys love me!
"Krys, I want you to have this," he tells me while giving me the necklace he got from a summer camp I couldn't afford to go to. "Use it to remember that I'll be rooting for you through the entire Games. And also, I think you should ally with the Careers. You can use your abnormal strengths to impress them during training."
"Th-thank you, Percy," I stutter while he leaves. I will join the Careers. Sapphryn is at the door when he leaves.
"It's time to get on the train."
Silky Silk, 18's POV:
"Silky! Get up already!" my sister, Jewel Silk, hollers into my room. I hate her. Jewel is the somehow more Mary-Sue version of me, she's prettier, and she's a victor. But today is the day that I can finally escape the grip of her shadow. I was exhilarated when I found out I was eligible to be Reaped for the Mary-Sue Quarter Quell, because I figured that if I could win the Games when everyone was as perfect as me, I could show up my sister. So obviously I'm volunteering today.
Instead of dressing in some lavish, stunningly beautiful dress, I put on workout clothes. Before going to the Reaping, I'm going to train a little bit. You can never be too prepared. I do take a lavish, stunningly beautiful dress with me though, it's not like I would wear sweats to the Reaping! I creep down the stairs to the gym in my basement. In there, I pick up a spear from a rack of various weapons. Spears aren't really my weapon of choice, but thanks to my Mary-Sue abilities, I can use it, and any other weapon ever invented. I can do the tango on top of somebody until they die, if I have to.
I train a bit with some other weapons, but then I have to get ready for the Reaping. After showering, I dress in the dress I brought down with me, and comb through my hair. The dress is devastatingly expensive, short, and it not only shows off my wealth, but also my hips. As for my hair, it's like those white, sandy beaches you can find in District Four. At least that's what Jewel told me, I've never been to District Four. It's also somewhat curly, but not curly enough to be a complete and utter pain. I part the glimmering, shiny, sheet of hair to the side and don't do anything special to it. I admire my beauty in the mirror. My eyes are as blue as a sapphire in an oasis in the middle of a desert lit up by a full moon, and my eyelashes are as long and full as a large beetle's leg, even before putting on mascara.
I enter the dining room where my siblings and parents are eating breakfast. My mom and dad, Silver and Gold, are deep in conversation with Jewel, while my brother, Bronze, sits and eats in silence. It's way too obvious that they like my sister more than me and Bronze.
"I wonder who will be Reaped this year," ponders Jewel. Ever since she won the Games, she's been looking for tributes that might have a shot at winning. She doesn't know that I'm volunteering this year, though.
"I think it'll be interesting this year, with the Mary-Sues and all," adds my father. He sticks out like a sore thumb at the table, he's the only one who has brown hair, the rest of us could easily be carbon copies of each other.
When I sit down in between my brother and sister, taking the remains of the pancakes my mother had surely made, Jewel shoots me a glare.
"Look what the cat dragged in," she mumbles.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jewel, what did you say? I usually don't listen to you when you're talking to yourself," I retort, flicking my hair over my shoulder and smirking, as if to say 'that just happened'.
"At least my boyfriend isn't dead," she murmurs. That's it. You see, when I was fifteen, I had my heart cruelly broken by one of my male friends, Octavius. When he ran off, I ran after him, only to watch him be killed in a tragic accident somehow involving a three legged horse.
I stand up suddenly and tower over Jewel, who only looks amused. "I can't take you anymore! For your information, I'm volunteering for the Games this year, and if I don't come back alive, be sure that I don't care that I left the family! I was never welcome here!" And with that, I storm off to the town square.
When I slam the door closed, I walk out of Victor's Village to find my friends Selena Chocolate and Tiffany Stone waiting outside of the gate.
"What's wrong, Silky?" questions Selena. There's worry in her mysterious dark eyes, which look like a never ending abyss.
"Jewel," I answer. She knows what I mean; the one word explains it all.
"Don't listen to her, Silky," adds Tiffany, "you know she's just a spoiled brat." She has her ginger locks up in a few exquisitely formed curls that frame her freckled, heart shaped face. If you haven't already guessed, Tiffany and Selena are both technically Mary-Sues too, and can be Reaped this year.
"Are you still volunteering?" asks Selena, flipping her long, perfectly straight and shiny black hair.
"Yeah. I told Jewel, Gold, Silver, and Bronze during breakfast after Jewel insulted me several times," I explain.
"I guess that means I won't get to…" glumly states Selena. We all trained for the Games, but obviously we aren't stupid enough to go in together, and since we're all eighteen, they won't get to next year.
We finally get to the town square and get a needle stuck into our fingers, then stand with the other eighteen year olds in the back. We're a bit late, so Sapphryn is already stepping onto the stage, dressed in many shades of blue. Lucky her, she can go to the endless parties in the Capitol and get the fanciest clothes known to man. I wish I lived in the Capitol.
"Good morning everyone, and happy Hunger Games! It's time to pick our tributes to compete in the fourth Quarter Quell!" I gleefully sticks her hand into the transparent bowl, and comes out with a tiny piece of paper. She opens it up, and read the name aloud. "Emmy Gemstone!"
I have no clue who it is, but who cares? I need to get on that stage, not her. Being in the back, this is hard to do, but I manage to jump past the others, and even push away some twelve year old. Looking back, I can see that it's the poorest girl in District One, and I automatically hate her, like all people poorer than me.
"What is your name?" Sapphryn inquires.
"Silky Silk," I answer, loud and clear, while simultaneously flicking my hair over my shoulder.
Sapphryn returns her hand to the jar, and picks out another name. "Lapiz Mysie!" This time, the underprivileged girl gets to the stage before the others.
"And what is your name, sweetheart?" she asks her.
"Krystal Jackson," she answers, "but you can call me Krys." I have a feeling she'll be getting quite a few sponsors. She's the cute little girl with the sad backstory and the charming smile. But I guess this will happen in every District.
"Here you are District One, your tributes for the fourth Quarter Quell, Silky Silk and Krys Jackson!" Sapphryn ends.
I scowl at Krys, while shaking her hand, letting her know that I will not be left in the shadows, not again. I'm taken to the Justice Building, and am put in a tiny little room. First come in Silver, Gold, Bronze, and Jewel, who stands miserably in the corner. Mom and dad hug me, but with no real emotion, no crying or telling me to come back alive. All they say is 'good luck'.
While they turn back to the doorway, Bronze stays back and whispers into my ear, "You have to win. I need you back home. You're the only one in the household I actually like, and mom and dad will ignore me more than ever if you die…"
"Bronze! Come on, we don't have all day here!" Gold shoots at him. He turns to me for one last time before being pulled through the doorway.
Selena and Tiffany enter when they leave, and give me the attention I deserve. We hug and laugh together before they have to go. Then I hear Sapphryn. "It's time to get on the train."
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