Felicity Nixon POV
I wake up to my brother Tim knocking on the door. Not loudly just loud enough and steady enough to drive me mad. He doesn't dare come in after that one time a while ago I screamed at him pretty badly for coming in. I felt kinda bad afterwards but it kept him out so whatever. The first thing is see is a painting propped up on my wall. My best friend Gabriel gave it to me for one of my birthdays. Gabriel seems to be the only one who can stick with me through thick and thin. We spend hours just walking around town talking but nothing else ever happens. Sometimes I think it's something about me that keeps him from really liking me but I'd never admit it.
"Tim I got it!"
"No! Mom said to wait till you're out of my room."
Tim just doesn't get it sometimes. He's nice and all just, not good with people. So I go over, open the door, and take one step outside my room.
"There. I'm out." He is unsure for a minute whether to trust I'll actually stay out.
"Fine, but if you're not downstairs soon- oh who am I kidding Mom and Dad could never see wrong in you."
"Not true!" I shout as he heads down the hall. It's not like I'm the favorite kid or anything, they're just very upbeat people who find it hard to see the wrong in others.
By now I'm seriously gonna be late for the reapings which i wouldn't really care about being late for the dumb things if it wasn't for the fact that I wouldn't be able to see Gabriel, or Fiona. Fiona is another best friend of mine. She puts up with me and my opinionated self even though we're complete opposites; but she'll never be a replacement for my true best friend Daisy. We had a huge fallout some time ago but still when I see her I can't help wonder what I did wrong.
"Felicity! Over here!" Fiona's standing beside Gabriel waving me down. They are great friends but they get along.
"Hey, hey Gabriel"
"Hello there," he says as hugs me.
"So, you ready to get this over with?" Fiona hooks arms with me and we walk over to the 14 year old girls section."
"You bet." I'd be devastated if I were to be reaped, but not done for. The capitol can't put me down that quick. I mean, I'd stand a chance-. "Felicity Nixon!" Right?
Derrick Blake POV
Well I look quite nice for the reapings if I do say so. I dug out a pair of nice dress pants and a jacket, and used the last of my small supply of contacts instead of my glasses. Not that anyone cares about me, except my sisters. They are the only people that keep me tied to this earth, keep me from trying to quietly escape the pain that is living. Then there's my work. I work with technology, specifically wires, I can do anything when it comes to wiring, or even better de-wiring things. But what use is that? None, no what is useful is good looks, a sense of humor, knowing how to charm a girl. Those are the things that make life worth living. Those are the things I lack. But if the Capitol crumbles, which it will, i will know how to invent whatever I need to continue a sustainable life.
"Derrick?"
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah Sammy, Sarah, here I am." Sammy and Sarah are my little sister, twins.
"I made breakfast!" This is quite an accomplishment for Sarah, who dispite being gifted in almost every other area has little to no cooking skills, which means I don't get breakfast this morning.
"Yeah, great. I'm going to just go ahead and head over the the square."
I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. Minimize the time I have to spend around people and get back to my lab. There's flowers everywhere. I hate flowers, tehy're home to so many bugs and germs. The mayor is up on the stage trying hard to avoid the escort without getting himself in trouble. The escort is disgusting. All the Capitol people are. The Capitol is disgusting. Anyway the escort is a mid-height bald guy with a thick long beard that has been dyed bright green to match his outfit. He has emerald studded boots on, and looks like a to tall Leprechian. By now the reapings have begun. I avoid looking at anyone else and just block out the speech. The girl is chosen. She looks like she's trying hard to convince herself she has a chance but every now and the nyou can see the hope temporarily fade out of her eyes.
"Derrick Blake." I should head over but the way is blocked by people, people who don't move because they have no idea Derrick Blake exists. Well I guess he doesn't. For long.