A canon is heard off in the distance, blood is everywhere. I whipped myself around to see who is wanting to kill me, but instead, I see my mother. She smiled and threw a spear at me. The spear is flying so fast. My eyes flash open ,and my breathing was heavy.
I sat up, on my bed. Whipping the sweat off of my face. I took in a deep breath and calmed myself. I ran my hands through my brown hair. I get out of bed, and put on a blue t-shirt and some shorts on. I tied my sneakers and, headed into the small kitchen.
My family looked up at me, fear in their eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked. My family glanced at each other. My mother gave a deep sigh.
"We heard you screaming this morning. We don't know what was wrong with you. I tried to comfort you, but you wouldn't listen to me."
I sighed to myself. This isn't the first time this has happened. I shrugged it off, and grabbed some fish. And headed out the door.
I met Molly by her house.
"Hey!" I shouted from a distance. Molly turned her head and noticed me. She waved and smiled. I ran toward her, hugging her when I got close enough.
"I was so worried about you." Molly said. She looked into my sea blue eyes and sighed. She buried her face into my chest. I hugged her tightly. Like she was a sister of mine. "They grabbed me by my ankles and hung me upside down. I was shouting so loud that I was afraid I would've woken some peacekeepers."
My eyes widened . "First off, why would Troy, and his friends do that? Did I do something to him? Is he looking for attention?" I asked. Molly sighed.
"I don't know why he's doing this." Molly confessed. I sighed. I walked Molly to her house, where she will be getting ready for the Reapings. I gave her a hug. "Good luck." I whispered. She nodded. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
As I walked back to my house. I noticed that the Peacekeepers were getting the stage ready for the Reapings.
I walked into my home, and I noticed my Father. He gave me a sad look. Which surprised me. My father is usually never sad.
"Go get ready, Zale." He said with a gloomy tone. I walked into my room, and found a white button up shirt, and black pants. I put on the clothing that I planned out. I put on black socks and put on some shiny black shoes.
I walked into the kitchen and found my family worried to death, they all looked at me. My father nodded in approval. I walked up to my younger sister, who is twelve. I gave her a hug, and she cried into my shoulder. I looked into her eyes and I gave her a confident smile.
The whistle blew, that signaled the Reapings are beginning. My family walked out of the house and walked into the square in silence. My mother took my hand, and held it, like it's the last thing she'll ever see.
Once we arrived at the square we went into a line for check in. I stood in line for ten minutes until it's was my turn.
"Hand please." A female peacekeeper said. I reached my hand out to her. She took out what looked like a pen and pressed it against my hand. It gave a small buzz until a small sharp feeling pain jumped throughout my finger. I winced for only a second. She motioned that I can continue.
I walked into my age group. I stood shoulder to shoulder with the boys next to me. I looked down at the floor.
Since District 4 is a career district usually people volunteer, but I have a feeling that no one will volunteer for me, since everyone hated me.
A extremely thin lady, clumsily walked up on stage with her really tall, high heels, and with a giant blue hairball on her head. Her eye shadow was extremely heavy. I can see her blue eye shadow all the way from here. She wore a short blue dress that goes down a bit past her knees. To top it all off she wore a giant bow on her hips, and on her poof.
She tapped the microphone very loudly. She cleared her voice and began to speak.
"Welcome, welcome. To the 43rd Annul Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor." She gave an incredibly cheesy smile. She is a terrible actor and we can all tell that she truly doesn't want to be here, and everyone knew her as Tiffany, the terrible actor
She gave a boring speech about how glad she was to be here. She played a video that everyone played on Reaping day. It's basically President Snow who gives a speech about the Hunger Games and how the Hunger Games began. When the video ended Tiffany walked back on stage.
"As usual, ladies first." Tiffany walked up to a giant fish bowl. She placed her hand into the bowl and carefully picked out an envelope. She walked back onstage. Tiffany gaves a slight pause for dramatic effect.
"Gracie Cowell." Tiffany said.
A teenage girl's face turns pale. Her long black hair makes her face appear even paler. She shakily walks up on stage. It seems that everyone's eyes is watching her.
"Any volunteers?" Tiffany asked. There was a still silence. It almost sounded deadly. "Very well then." Tiffany sighed. "Now, for the boys." Tiffany added.
My heart raced and my breathing intensified. "Don't worry Zale, you're not going to get picked, you're only 16, you'll be fine." I thought to myself.
Tiffany walked up to the giant fish bowl. And carefully picked out an envelope. She opened it and said,
"Zale Andrade."
