Chapter 2: The Reaping
Hi all! So here are some descriptions of the kids.
Andrew: 16, short blond hair, medium blue eyes, 5'7, muscular build.
Anthony: 16, long red hair (kept in a low ponytail),
scarlet eyes, 5'8, athletic build.
Ally: 15, mid-back length jet black hair (lots of choppy layers, choppy bangs), green eyes, 5'4.
Andrew POV
I dressed in black pants, a blue t-shirt, black jacket, and blue and black Vans. I ran a comb through my hair and pushed it out of my eyes. I knew my parents were downstairs, worrying.
Once we arrived outside of City Hall, we quickly allowed the guards to prick our fingers, which showed them who was eligible to participate in this year's reaping. My parents were cleared and I was escorted to the male section of the square. I found Andrew in the crowd and met up with him.
"Hey." I smiled weakly.
"Hey. You seen Ally?" He asked.
"Nah. But we'll see her after." I shrugged.
About twenty minutes later, Sara Bellum arrived on the City Hall's stage and spoke into the microphone.
"Welcome, all. Today we will be selecting one young man and woman to be tributes in this year's Hunger Games. But first allow me to welcome to the stage our past victor, Mitchell Mitchelson." She smiled as the brown haired man took the stage.
This was District 12's only victor, he used to be a drunk, until his son, Mike was born. His mother was always drunk, so Mitch stopped drinking to take care of his kid.
"Alright. I know we all want this over and done with, so let's get on with it." He said plainly into the mic.
Sara Bellum took the mic again. "Because we chose the female tribute first last year, we'll start with the male tribute this year."
She walked over to the large glass ball that held the names and reached in. She moved her hand around, picked a name, and returned to the mic.
"Michael Mitchelson." She read.
All the boys let out a sigh of relief. It was really no surprise that he was chosen, since his father was a victor. It was most likely rigged.
Mike walked up to the stage, escorted by guards, and stood on the right side, next to the glass ball holding the male names.
"Michael, would you like to accept any volunteers?" Sara asked. This was required for all tributes.
He shook his head no.
"Now the girls." Sara walked over, reached in, and took a name.
She walked back to the center of the stage and opened the slip.
"Allyssa Jojo." She read.
"No." I gasped as I looked over and saw Ally walking to the stage, guards all around her.
She went up and stood on the opposite side of Mike.
"Volunteers, Allyssa?" Sara asked.
"No." Ally answered.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our tributes, Allyssa Jojo and Michael Mitchelson." Sara concluded