A/N:Yep so there are your district 1 tributes. And do you have any idea how hard it is to spell the word district? I always have to think when im typeing that word. Anyways I am happy that I finally updated, and sorry it took so long I just got back from camp. And onto district 2! Also I'm skipping around on POV's so don't be surprised if i have some random characters.
District 2 reaping: Carson Vandervolt
Another reaping and another chance that my sister could be put into these horrid games. No matter what she says this is not a way to change her life, not some great oprotunity to get dad to stop drinking. This won't bring our mother back. She has tried in the past to volunteer, but theres always someone faster, someone stronger, or someone that will do anything to get to that stage. So every year since she was 12 she has come home bloody, winded, and on the verge of passing out because of how hard she tried.
For some odd reasons she thinks if she wins, and comes back a victor, that our dad will suddenly become how he was before depression over threw everything he knew and loved. How he was before mom died. I have tried to be as good to her as I can, but I could never replace him. I've worked in the factories since I was fifteen, just so that my sister could have a decent meal on the table every night. I might not have eaten as much as I should have but now look at me. I'm twenty and have a decent job over seeing all the workers that make the furniture and design buildings for the capitol.
But Karissa can't get over our mothers death, or our fathers dissertion, So since the day our mother died she has trained harder then anyone else. She is strangely tall and lean, and has been working on her running spead and agility of late, and I fear that she could actually be first to the stage this year.
"Welcome District 2 to the 37th annual Hunger Games!" Our new female escort cheered walking to the microphone. "It is a pleasure to be the new escort for this years tributes, and I'm hopeing that it can continue on for the next few years. Now instead of 'going with the flow' I am going to call the male tribute first!" She says bopping her pink skin and bright yellow hair over to the boys reaping bowl. I have no idea how she can manuever herself with such efficiency in her bright green stilletto heels.
She moves quickly back to the microphone and reads the small slip in her hands. I have no reason to be afraid, everyone that is dear too me and male cannot be reaped anymore. "John Carter!" She yells into the microphone, bouncing with joy as she reads her first ever tribute.
The boy who I am guessing is John makes his way to the stage. He can't be more then thirteen and small at that. As soon as volunteers are called for, a tall handsome eighteen year old sprints to the stage. He is first and mounts the steps quickly and with ease. Johns face goes from fearful to terrified as he sees who has volunteered. Quickly, so that no one would see, the volunteer shakes his head once, and continues on to the microphone. There he grabs it, and in an utterly perfect voice, says,"I Volunteer for John Carter."
"A-and who would you be?" Our escort asks trying in vain to stop staring at his handsome features. His hair curls slightly on his head and the brown of it only entinsifys his natural tan. His blue eyes are shocking as they glide over the crowd.
"Dustin Carter." He states and steps back, still smiling and waving for the crowd.
"W-well I bet that was y-your brother."To this he only gives a simple nod as he winks at the cameras. "Now for the girls." Our escort says finally peeling her eyes away from her first male tribute.
"Emma Smith." She says into the microphone. Here it comes. I close my eyes and cross my fingers, hopeing that my fifteen year old sister doesnt make it to that stage.
But the odds are not in my favor, they never have been.
"I volunteer!" is bellowed out of the mouth of none other then my sister.
"No." I whisper to myself as she walks up the steps and next to the dustin boy.
"And who are you?" The escort asks.
"Karissa Vandervolt." She answers staring down the cameras. Why God? Why put me through yet another hardship. First my mother, then my father, now the only person I have left?
"And here are your district 2 tributes for the 37th Hunger Games!" says the strange capitol creature that will escort my baby sister to her death.
A/N: Sooooo How do you like it so far? Some parts will be very serious and deep, while others will be more on the bright side. Either way I am writing this and nothing can stop me! Oh and i keep forgetting, I DO NOT OWN HUNGER GAMES. I only own the plot. And since I'm lazy this goes for the entire story. Ta-ta for now!
