District 2:The usual atmosphere of excitement and anticipation floated around District 2. Typical of a career District. Most of the other Districts watched in disgust as adults and children alike cheered the escort on stage.
"Ahahahah!" she laughed a slightly irritating, horsey laugh.
"Now now, I know you're all very excited! But we mustn't get ahead of ourselves hm?" The escort smiled.
"Ah, but don't want to keep you waiting, oh no, I can barely stand the tension myself!" she giggled, slipping her slender hand into the reaping bowl. She cleared her throat loudly.
"And the lucky tribute that gets to represent District 2 is..."
The crowd went silent with anticipation.
"Jack MacBrayne!" she announced with a sickly sweet smile.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a tall, lean boy of about sixteen walked up to the stage. He nervously ran his hands through his blonde hair as he stood awkwardly upon the stage.
"Well, don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
Jack just looked at his escort blankly.
"Oh, well then..." she said, flustered.
"Well, let's see who's going to be accounting you to the Capitol!"
She dipped her hand into the other bowl, grasped a piece of paper, and read aloud:
"Francesca Walker!"
The crowd separated to reveal a small but obviously strong girl with a pixie crop standing there sheepishly. Her feet appeared to be glued to the floor. She wasn't going to move. Two Peacekeepers appeared by her sides and half dragged her up to the stage.
When she had been almost thrown onto the stage, she shuffled over beside Jack. The two had never spoken before, and with Francesca's dramatic entrance, it was awkward to say the least.
The escort addressed Francesca "And do you have anything to say, dearie?"
Francesca looked at her with cold dead eyes, and simply said
"No."
