Despite the fact that Blaire had freaked me out with her crazy speech the night before and that she knew more about the Doctor, TARDIS and I than the average human should, I still agreed to stay with her and the Doctor at Blaire's house over night. The Doctor slept on the couch in the Kaplan family's living room and I slept in the guest bedroom that Blaire had talked to me in last night. It brought back some creepy memories, but I managed to be fine.
When I woke up the next morning, my clothes that Blaire gave me yesterday were lain out nicely on the floor. I got dressed into those clothes and headed over to the living room. I was shocked by what I saw. The Doctor looked stunning. He didn't just look good, he was handsome.
The Doctor's hair was combed down nicely rather than its usual mess. Though I will admit, I had been rather fond of his messy hair. I thought it looked good. He was wearing a white collared shirt and a loose tie. He was wearing black dress pants and when I looked down at his feet, I noticed he was still wearing his red converse trainers. I guess it wasn't too odd though. Normally, he wore them with a suit and sometimes a trench coat to go with it. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"What's wrong with trainers? I love my trainers!" The Doctor exclaimed.
Blaire must had overheard our conversation. "What are trainers?" she asked. This is when I realized she wasn't British, so she wasn't used to British terms. Seeing as though she was from Panem, which mean she was of American descent, she must not have understood the British term 'trainers'. Just as I was about to explain, the Doctor lifted his right foot into the air and pointed at his trainers.
"Oh, like sneakers or something?" Blaire questioned.
"Yeah, sneakers. they're the same thing, just the British term." The Doctor explained.
I was worrying about the reaping. What if Blaire was right and the Doctor really would get chosen? At this moment, I knew what I had to do. I'd be volunteering for a fight a fight to the death on live Tele. I was going to be a Hunger Games tribute. I would represent District Three, where I wasn't even from.
The Doctor glances at me for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak but stops himself. He must've noticed that I had the TARDIS key on a necklace around my neck.
About an hour later, we headed to the reaping. The Doctor had decided that if he got chosen to compete in the games, that he would take his sonic screwdriver as his token. If they didn't allow that, then he would take his trainers that he was wearing. I decided to take the key to the TARDIS.
The reaping began and the peppy young lady from the Capitol, whom was known as Kassidy Gem, introduced herself and explained the games and the reaping.
"Ladies first!" she exclaimed. Reaching into a large glass bowl, she pulled out a slip of paper with a name on it. Unfolding it, she read the name aloud.
"Ariana Castingo!" she shouted to the crowd that was District Three. When she said the name, a young girl in the twelve year old section began to head up to the stage. Once she reached the stage, she was in tears. Volunteers were then asked for. It was dead silent. It was absolutely positively dead silent- except for me.
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