Howl Draconix
"Helena, wake up, now." I feel blankets being pulled off, and my mom brushing my hair from my face.
"It's Howl." I snarl, pulling my blankets back on. "And I can get ready in around 5 minutes."
"It's already 10:15, and we've got to leave in 20 minutes. I want you up, right now."
"Fi-i-i-i-ne." I jump out of bed, turning and glaring at my mom, making the crazy face which she hates. She shakes her head in disgust and leaves my room.
She isn't worried about me today, she knows if I get reaped Athena would volunteer for me. But she doesn't know my plan, to volunteer. I'm not their sweet little 'Lena anymore, I'm Howl, and old enough for the Hunger Games. I won't waste my chance to prove myself.
Although dressing up is not something I would usually do, I'll be going to The Capitol today, and having a few sponsors to rely on isn't something I'm against.
I bought my dress for the reaping with my mother, and she was bursting with joy. She thinks I'm going to turn into her pretty little mini-me, just like Athena. I'll be wearing a bit of makeup today, and am not looking forward to her overjoyed reaction. My parents are always guessing who I'll turn out like in my family, they don't understand I'm my own person, and I don't mean to be vain, but I'm cleverer than all my siblings.
I pull off my shorts and t-shirt which I sleep in, piling them in the closet. I dress in my reaping dress, which is a light, mint green, shorter in the front and longer in the back. I'll have to be careful not to mess it up at the reaping. I plan to wear it when I get home from the games.
I feel lovely in my dress, and apply my makeup, a bit of blush, for my pale cheeks, some brown eyeliner, which I love, and a bit of pink lipstick, which stands out against my dress.
I twist my hair into my normal braid, finally something that looks familiar on me. After putting on my sandals, and brushing my teeth, I head downstairs, where the rest of my family is milling around.
Xephyr, my 15 year old brother and favorite sibling greets me with a smile, whispering , "I put a lizard in the microwave."
I laugh, as this is typical, crazy Xephyr behavior.
"Xephyr, what on earth did you do?" asks Athena, my 18 year old sister, who looks particularly mean today.
"Watch." He says, and we turn to the kitchen, where my mom is preparing to warm me up a muffin.
She presses the open button on the microwave and shrieks, the muffin flying out of her hand and skimming my oldest brother Azael's head.
Xephyr and I burst into laughter, enjoying a happy moment before the reaping.
Julias Wright
In my section at the reaping I'm in the back, with the 18s'. I can barely see the stage, but I keep glancing, practicing my 'I volunteer!' silently in my head.
I can't wait to get to killing with those weapons in the games, I'll be allowed, I'll be praised! Everyone will look up and bow down to Julias, I'll be a legend in Hunger Games history.
The district 2 escort, a woman called Olive Matisse with a bright green pile of hair on top of her head wobbles onto the stage in ridiculous high heels. "Welcome, District Two! It's the Hunger Games, where my tough little tribbies get to experience the luxuries of the Capitol, and fight for honor and pride in their district!"
Tribbies? What the hell? Just get on with it, I may kill you as well.
"Now, it's time for a video from the capitol, to well educate everyone in Panem!"
On the screen hanging to the right of the Justice building, a video plays, where the Capitol seal pops up about every 2 seconds.
I'm getting antsy, ready to get on with the killing. I kick a scrawny boy near me for good measure.
The video ends with more Capitol shpiel, and Olive says in a singsongy voice, "Let's switch it up a bit, how about our male tribute first?" She reaches into the bowl when I shout, "I volunteer! I volunteer to win the Hunger Games!" I kick and punch aside everyone in my way as I go to the stage.
"Welcome, a volunteer! What is your name?" Olive asks.
"Julias Wright! Ready to destroy!"
I hear mutters among the crowd, but I get plenty of applause. I can't wait to kill!
"Okay, then…" Olive mutters. "For our lady tribute.."
"I volunteer!"
The voice is right in front of me, and I look down off the stage to see a girl from the 12 section with black hair climbing the steps to the stage. What the hell?! A 12 year old?
"Another volunteer, and a young one at that!"
I can hear screams of terror from the crowd. Her family obviously didn't know her plans.
Good, scream, because I'm going to kill your precious baby.
Did you enjoy it? Tell me how I did! District 2 was the first district completed, and the next reapings will be District 7.
Incubiis and Leemur35, how did I do? Any suggestions? Thanks so much for reading, now pretty please review?