The Day of the reaping
I stood at the back of the crowd, waiting for IT to begin.
the 'Escort' for district fourin her fancy clothes, and heavy blue makeup and hair with sonni h product caked on, that it probably weighs ten pounds, stood in front of a chrome microphone, and gave a 'bright' smile that no one was happy to see which didn't seem to dampen the escort's spirits.
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds.be ever in your favor. I am Mia Sharpe the Escort of the tributes of district four. Today one young man and one young women will be chosen to bring honor to their district or die trying." She finished the last part slower than the rest, conveying at least some pity for the tributes.
"Ladies first," she said hesitantly, as she slowly reached into a glass bowl and plucked a slip of paper taped shut. She gently removed the black adhesive, and recited the name "Olivia Thorne."
A thin girl with raven black hair, who looked to be the age of around 17 slowly walked slowly towards the front stage as the crowd parted for her. A woman, presumably Olivia's mother, could be heard sobbing in the backdound. " NO! Not my baby!" she cried.
Olivia stood next to Mia with a look of fear across her face. I still can't believe that a government would do this to its people. I shook my head in sadness for the girl up there.
"And now, for the boys," she said as she drew a slip of paper. "Christopher Doyle" she read.
A young boy who looked around 12, with a frizzy orange afro and freckles, had a look of absolute terror on his face as he started walking forward. That's it. I won't stand for this, I won't let a little kid be slaughtered.
With scowl on my face I raised by hand and yealled "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" I finished staring daggers at Mia, even though it wasn't exactly her fault.
"It appears we have a volunteer!" Mia stated with uncertainty in her voice.
I stormed over to the stage and climbed on top of it and had a look of pure hatred upon my face.
"What's your name?" Mia asked my expectantly."Percy Jackson" I replied coldly.
Mia turned to the crowd and said with a smile "Give it up for District Four tributes, Percy Jackson and Olivia Thorne!" no one smiled back or clapped. They simply looked at us with a sadness in their eyes.
We were quickly ushered over to the... Actually, what the hell is that? Some kind of train? It seemed to float above the tracks. The chrome body of the 'train' was smooth an aerodynamic bullet shape and looked like it was extremely fast.
My eyes flickered sound constantly as Mia ushered Olivia and be up the steps of the train and into the belly of the silver beast.
As I sat down onto a bench at the front of the train, the gravity of the situation I'm currently in became very evident. Shit.
In about 4 days it so, I'm going to be on an arena with 23 other people im going to have to kill, or face death.
I was taken out of my deep dark thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Finnick Odair, your mentor."
