Hey guys! Here is District 2 reapings! :D The Minions will be in the next chapter :D Love ya'll
Kerra Long's POV
"Take that!" I yell throwing my small pocketknife at the helpless bird. I yelp as someone pinches my arm. Marcy and Kaylie my two best friends stand side-by-side watching me kill the small mocking jay.
"Don't do that, Kerra," Kylie shrieks catching the small bird on it's way to the ground. Marcy and I snort and smirk at Kaylie, the sensitive of the three. She didn't understand why we loved The Hunger Games so much. The nights that Marcy and I would hang out on the couch watching The Hunger Games, Marcy would be reading a book beside us, ignoring us betting on who would win.
"Just forget it Kay," I say taking her elbow and leading her back into the District. We walk in silence to my house where we left our reaping clothes. Marcy and I had picked out matching blue, sparkly dresses and Kaylie had decided to go in a random summer dress. Marcy and I had highly disagreed but when it comes to it, Kaylie is extremely stubborn. I take my time brushing through my dark brown hair, wanting to look nice in front of my x-boyfriend. Yes, I still love him and Marcy says that if I haven't already gotten over him, I won't ever. Kaylie laughed at her and said it had only been three months and that I would get over. At first I had believed Kaylie but now I am beginning to believe Marcy. The sound of heels on wood is sounded through the house as Marcy appears in my doorway, clad in the same dress as mine but several inches shorter. Her blonde hair is in a tight knot on her head and she has 6-inch heels on. Kaylie and I try not to laugh; I sit on my bed waiting for Kaylie to finish. I begin to crack up when I see Marcy's made up face. I have a silent laugh, so I just sit there with my mouth open. Eventually Kaylie walks up to me and places one hand on my arm.
"Marc, Kerra is vibrating," She says trying not to laugh. This makes me laugh harder and I fall of the bed onto the hard wooden floor. Marcy raises her eyebrows but can't hold in a pleasant snort. My mother shoos us out the door and before I can tell the girl's what I am going to do, We are ushered to the 16-year-old roped off area. I manage them a shaky smile. I think I am more afraid of telling them that I am volunteering or actually volunteering.
District two's escort Blue Cainz struts onto the stage not making eye contact with anybody. I have to say he scares me, and I almost nothing scares me. He is all blue, the skin, the hair, the eyes, the clothes, I grimace just thinking about being blue. I smirk at Marcy and I can tell she is enjoying this as much as I am. Kaylie is a whole other matter, she is lightly humming and tapping her ballet flat on the pavement. I turn away from her, not wanting to be anymore nervous.
"Ummm… Kaylie Ferrison," He smiles a blue smile, looking straight at me. Kaylie is frozen from shock. I give her a small hug and rush forward before she can stop me.
"I volunteer!" My scream echoes through the square, bouncing off all the concrete walls. Blue motions for me to come onstage and pushes me towards the microphone. "Name?" He asks. I am disgusted to know that his tongue is blue. I shudder.
"Kerra Long," I screech trying to sound just like him. A wave of laughter begins from the 16 year-old section. I have my suspicions of who started it.
Kyle Adam's POV
"Hey, Ky you sick, idiot, get your lazy bum over here," Trei my closest friend screams, cupping his hands over his mouth.
"What?" I growl once I come upon their small reunion.
"This is Griney, here, He is going to volunteer!" Trei says smiling proudly at his tall friend. I narrow my black eyes at the guy, figuring him out.
"Dude, better wipe that smug look of your face or I'll wipe it off myself," I hiss, trying to get him to go away.
"Dude, it's fine he's with me," Trei says glaring at me. I look at my feet, very rarely I run out of things to say, and I don't want this to be one of them.
"Fine, whatever catch you later Trei," I say shooting Griney one last glare and getting out of the terrible training center. The sky begins to cloud over bringing a sort of gloom over the District. Soon enough, tiny droplets of water begin to fall dripping down the hills and into the gutters.
"Your so wet," My mother says reaching towards me to get my coat. I shrink away from her touch and shrug it off myself, sending water flying everywhere.
"So are you," I reply as I head up the stairs noticing the damp smell of her. "Hey dad," I say once he comes into my room and sits down on my bed.
"I need you to volunteer today," He says looking at me with his cold black eyes.
"Why?" I ask narrowing my eyes at him.
"Because I know your sister is thinking about going into the games, But you would be more likely to come out alive, so if you volunteer you can protect her. " He says watching my every move. I sigh he doesn't know that instead of losing just one of us he could lose both of us.
"Whatever Dad," I say.
"No not, whatever dad, YOU need to promise me," He says staring at me. I get up to leave, pausing by the door, I turn back to him.
"I promise," I say. I glide through the house and hop out the door landing swiftly on the packed dirt.
The gang doesn't show up so I walk silently by myself to the square. Passing by the two-eight year-old reaping, I want to turn a gun on the Capitol. There and then I make a promise to myself. Whichever little girl I got I would make sure No one, could touch or hurt her. Anyone lays a hand on her and their dead. I grin at my silent promise. I hope I don't get a two-year-old I'll have to carry her all day. That could get horribly tiring. The rope burns me where it presses against my skin keeping me into the 17-year-old section. A girl volunteers for a twelve-year-old and I smirk at her trying to get her attention. Our eyes meet and she looks away.
"Kerra Long," She screeches into the microphone imitating Blue's Capitol accent. I laugh and can see two girls in the 16-year-old section join in. Soon, the whole district is laughing. Once the laughter dies down, Blue clears her throat and smiles.
"Jayner Toez," Blue screeches. I swiftly run to the stage screaming that I will volunteer.
"Kyle Adams!" I say, my voice sounds strangled even to me as I meet my sister's eyes in the audience. Her stony black eyes are set in a glare, locked with mine.
