Blarick Anders POV
"Charibdis Fringe!" She called. I watched from the crowd as a small twelve year old in a pleated blue dress stepped to the stage. Usually when a twelve year old is reaped people groan at the tragedy, but this twelve year old didn't let you. There was something about her. Maybe it was the scar running across her cheek. Or that she looked so different from the rest of us. District four was a very fair district. "Sun stained," people called it: light hair and bronze skin. This girl however, was different, almost capitol- like. Her hair was red, her eyes a deep green, and her skin was pale ivory. She gave a small little smirk, like she knew something we didn't. I frowned.
"What's your name?" Asked our escort, Nurse Bones. The girl rolled her eyes. She had a point; they had called her name only seconds before.
"Cherry," she said cooly.
"Lovely! And now for our guy tribute…Blarick Anders." Utter terror came with all the usual symptoms. I had just stepped onto the stage, avoiding eye contact with Cherry, when someone volunteered in my place. I blew a sigh of relief, and hurried back into the crowd. I didn't want to face the girl no one wanted to replace.
"What's your name?" Nurse Bones asked the new tribute.
"Skye Thorne," he answered winningly. He was a career, no doubt. Trained for this moment. Seventeen. With messy gold hair, dark eyes, and bronze skin.
"Lets here a big round of applause for our tributes of District Four! Cherry Fringe and Skye Thorne!" The anthem played as they were escorted off.
Charibdis Fringe POV
I sat there. Surprised more than upset. I only had two visitors, first my mother, than Keaton. My stomach fluttered when I saw him. Ugh, I was turning into such a priss.
He came in and sat next to me silently. "Are you going to win?" He asked. For someone a year older, he sure was dumber than me.
"Of course, Keaton. God." We sat in silence for a while, before I worked up the nerve to continue. "And when I come back, we're going to make them build us a boat, the biggest boat they can. And you're going to drive it out, and we're just going to sit there for a week and stuff our faces with delicacies and roll in our money." I looked over, he was holding onto every word.
"Our?" he asked.
"Yes ours: the victor, and victor's friend's. You can move in with us, my mother and I. And we won't have to work. We can burn down all the bait shops in the area." I hated bugs. I turned to him darkly, "Swear to it," I said, holding out my pinky. "You have to promise to be happy, Keaton."
"I promise, Cherry." He said, smiling. "That's a good plan." He kissed me quickly on the lips and fled. I smiled. Nothing could shake me from our destiny. I was so sure.
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Sorry this chapters so short. I'm trying to squeeze in more because at this pace it will be a century before i finish the reapings.
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