A/N: Sorry for updating late, but hey! At least it wasn't a years wait like last time!
Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. I do not own the Hunger Games.
After dinner, we watch the recap of the Reapings for the other districts.
I am very nervous to see the people that will be trying to kill me in a week for obvious reasons. All I can do is hope that no one is too strong. I wouldn't stand a chance. I know my hopes are empty, though. Everyone knows the kind of guys and girls the Careers spit out every year.
The recap starts with District 1, and I'm already fidgeting on the couch next to Jeremy, when I see the muscles on the girl who volunteered. The boy that follows is buffer than any boy I have ever seen back in my district.
My hands start shaking, and Jeremy takes one in his and squeezes. It's surprisingly comforting just to feel the warmth his hand gives off. I am able to relax a little. Jeremy knows exactly what I am going through. He was in this position only 2 years ago.
The tributes from District 2 look smaller than usual, them usually being the winning district and all, but nonetheless, they look like fighters.
My apprehension subsides when I see District 3. I didn't pay much attention to the girl, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the friendly-looking, blonde haired boy that looked more nervous than I looked after seeing Districts 1 and 2- and I really didn't think that was possible!
And then it was District 4. I think I almost stopped breathing when I saw the boy-more like man- who mounted the stage after shouting he volunteered before the escort could even get the first syllable out of the boy's name who was actually reaped. Sparky was mumbling something about manners in his seat, but I wasn't paying attention. All I could see was this boy on the TV screen, who had to be almost 7 feet. He was by far the strongest guy I've ever seen. He looked like he could take on both the boys and girls of Districts 1 and 2 put together. It was already clear, even though it wasn't even halfway through the Reapings, that he was the one to beat. The leader of the Careers. The one that was more than likely to get out of this alive. The one with the odds in his favor. My heart sunk. I really didn't stand a chance in this thing.
The rest of the reaping passed by in a blur. Many people were nervous, shocked, angry and scared. Some girls even cried.
I only took in very insignificant details from the tributes. The pale blue eyes of the girl from District 6. The jet-black hair of the boy from District 7. I don't remember any important details. Nothing that could help me in the games.
When it hits District 9, I was shocked. I was amazed at how well I was able to hide my true feelings behind my smile as I watch the girl on the screen saunter onto the stage, as if that was the best moment of her life. As if she wanted to be there. And if I'm being honest, I think I actually looked good.
A/N: Too short? Sorry if you think so..i thought this was a good place to quit though. I'll try to update sooner next time! Please review!
