Yay! Another Reaping! Before we start, I have something too say.
FanFic sent me an email saying someone wanted to reserve the D7F but I don't know who. If that was you and you still want it, could you let me know?
I just realised I have NO disclaimers. So this one speaks for all the story. I don't own the Hunger Games. Not even cake could persuade Suzanne Collins to give it to me.
And on that note,
Whoop! Another chapter!
Lucky Malone, D11
As soon as I wake up, I groan. I can smell it from here. Meat.
Why can't the rest of the district be vegetarian too? It would be easier for them and District Ten. And the animals. The other day, the butcher tried to take Nut. I screamed and screamed until Old Nala gave her back. That was a bad day.
As I trudge downstairs, I spot bread. Fresh bread. This must be a Reaping treat. Even though my family owns the bakery, we never get fresh bread. Only the stale stuff that doesn't sell.
With renewed energy, a fresh thought occurs. It's my birthday! Then, the impending horror dawns over me- and I'm not thinking about the Reaping! Oh, no, I'm turning thirteen. Unlucky Thirteen. I groan.
My brother Meringue and his twin sister Molly (In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone...) enter the kitchen from different sides of the room. Meringue stomps or to his and Molly's room to get ready.
Molly sits next to me. It's her first Reaping and you can see in her eyes that she's terrified. I soothe her before running upstairs to the room I share with Esme (my older sister) and slip on a silky purple dress with pink and yellow flowers on it. It's my grandma's, from before the Dark Days, when she was in District One and could afford this stuff.
I wonder what life was like before the Hunger Games.
With a jolt, I notice the clock on the wall and fun downstairs in my shabby boots. Esme, Molly, Meringue, Georgie, Lola and I only just make it in time. I slip in next to my best friend Clover and her sister Amaryllis when I hear something I never thought I would.
"Lucky Malone! Come on up, Lucky! Your name was right. I mean, you get to go into the Hunger Games!" I want to slap the babbling escort but I hold it in. When she asks for volunteers, I look hopefully at Esme. She's trained, and I know for a fact she was considering volunteering this year. She's eighteen and strong and skilled with both knives and a bow.
But family bonds only go so far. She stares at the ground. And that's when i know I have no choice. Or chance. I'm thirteen after all. You can't get more unlucky than turning thirteen in the thirteenth of May after all.
I look at my district partner and gulp. I know him. Everyone does.
Logan Rifter
I only take a fraction of the food before me. It feels like too much though. I want to get rid of it but she'll know.
Being the Mayor's son, I get a lot of privileges. I hate my mum though. She's too busy for me. She didn't notice when I developed anorexia. I was fine with that. Then I realised how little she cared.
I know I look good. The number of girls swooning over me says something about that. But if I could just lose a couple more pounds...
At the Reaping, I am in the midst of a crowd of Them.
"Hey fatso! Got any food? Because the rest of the district needs it a lot more than you!"
My hands go up to my cheek: I can still feel the burn They left when They hit me.
"Oh, how adorable! The ickle crybaby wants his mummy!"
I wonder how hard I hit Them when I stopped pretending I didn't care.
I hear her call the name of a girl who hasn't experienced the world yet. She's lucky.
I brace myself. I will volunteer to end this horrible life I live. No, survive. This isn't living.
"Logan Rifter." I almost laugh at the irony. I stride up and shoot a sympathetic glance at... Lucy?... before I notice with disgust that the escort- Missy Lake- is ogling at me.
I shrug it off, shake hands with Lucy and bundle in the car.
What do you think of these guys? I edited Logan quite a bit because he was really hard to write. Sorry UnicornAK!
And then there's Lucky (or as Logan says, Lucy). She's a vegetarian. She stands no chance in my eyes... but what do you think?
If I can work out polls I'll make one for favourite character/most likely to win. No promises though!
~CandyRue
