OMG! I'm literally so so sorry to ! I WILL get these done quicker now, and to nighttimephoenix, your tribute's chapter will be in one or two days max. Me and KatnissEeveedeen were on holiday and we got back one or two days ago, so I haven't had time. But now I do!
We. Don't. Care. Move on.
Rude! Anyway, let's get onto it!
For once.
Hey!
(Let's leave them to their constant bickering. -_-)
Rosa Ray, D7
I jump out of bed, slip my shoes on and wonder, "What the heck is a Quarter Quell?" because that's what this year's Hunger Games is going to be. Apparently it will be worse than usual. Doubt that's possible, really. Downstairs I find Kush and my mother aren't there. Then I peer outside to find that it's 6:20am. Darn. The Quell card will be read in about.. hmm.. lets see.. hours! Not enough time to get back to sleep and get some, and too much time to just relax. I guess I'll go out for a morning walk before Alice comes at about 8.
Wow. Outside is different when it's not busy. Since this is District Seven, usually there is lots of lunatic lumberjacks running around, a few with axes in vulnerable places for everyone. Reckon I can avoid a scratch if I get to the square quick.
7:50. I think I'll get back, and until Alice comes I'll wonder how on earth I managed to occupy myself for 1 and a half hours! As I turn the key that I took, I open the door to find a glass of beer, some matches and a cigarette! I grin. Occasion, so I will have beer. Might be the last time I can. Cigarettes. Common, and it's an occasion, so I must have the commons as well. Matches, for the cigarettes. Never for a normal fire. Never.
I hear a little rap on the door, and I hear a shy voice,
"It's me, Rosa, with some items." Lovely! I suppose I'll awake Kush and my mother at about 10, for a feast. I open the door, and I see that Alice has brought an absolute ton of food and drinks! But this "feast" will be an insect compared to the Capitol. I feel like they'll shove everyone in the age group for the Games into the arena. So I'll be dead. Although probably not, now that I think of it. I tell Alice about the feast, and she nods before rushing out.
At 9:55, I wake my mother, who wakes Kush. About a minute later, Alice arrives. Kush is 1 year older than Alice, and they are pretty good friends, luckily. I get the salad starter ready, and I see the glint in Alice's eye, and I notice Kush licking his lips in relish after his first bite. Then I bring out the chicken. My mother's eyes widen, and I fall off my chair laughing.
"We can do this every reaping, you know!"
"Hmm? Oh! Can we do this at the reaping thing in a few months?" Kush exclaims.
"Okay!"
"I'll come as well, if I can." Alice timidly says.
Everyone but me suddenly takes a bite of the chicken, and then I do. A few more bites and it's gone, though.
"Dessert?" My mother bursts out, unable to keep her excitement in its bubble.
"Oh. I'm so sorry! I didn't make any!" When I say this, everyone's head droops sadly. I say I'm getting them water, and I head into the kitchen. I made this lovely mixture, as if there would be no dessert! I tasted it earlier, and it tastes of something heavenly. No idea what, though. I hide the glass box behind my back, and say,
"Okay, I made something for myself, but nothing for you. Sorry!" As this news sinks in, Alice begins to tug at my arm pleadingly. I giggle.
"You're all so gullible!"
I realise that it's about 11, and I tell everyone. We grab our coats, and Alice goes to her house to get ready. When we are out in the square for the reading of the Quell thing card, I manage to observe at least 6 lumberjacks. A little boy in white and President Snow are there. Snow. Must be really torturous, this Quarter Quell, then. There is a ton of envelopes, each marked with a multiple of 25. Whoever made this system prepared for millenniums! Surely there will be a successful rebellion before there is that many Quarter Quells! Annoyingly, it's blazing, and my midnight black hair catches lots of light. I ignore it, and listen. The boy in white opens the envelope saying 25, and President Snow reads the card inside out.
"As a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, each district must vote for the tributes to represent their district this year."
Okay. I suppose I'm safe, because I'm popular, but whoever is voted in will feel horrible. That their district hates them.
The Election at District 7
Rosa Ray, D7
I decide to do something stupid. Something that could depend on my future. At the election, my call rings through the silent crowd.
"If you want to vote for Alice, 10 years old, vote for me!" This seems to change a lot of people's minds. Wait. Who do I vote for? Agh!
Kush whispers in my ear.
"Choose a name you know is in our district, someone that is 14 like you, but not someone you like."
That helps a lot. As the election begins, and as pencils are scraped against paper, I scribble a random name, a girl. Then I write another, this time a boy.
I scamper off to home, and go to bed early. I might be voted for now. I need every advantage on my side now.
The Revealing, District 7
Rosa Ray, D7
We're going to hear the results. Ladies first, like always. I vaguely hear my name, and then reality gets further away, as my mind is clouded with darkness.
Still too short. Hope you liked. Oh, and thanks to for Rosa! Again, I'll try to make these chapters longer.
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