HEY YALL! So this is Chapter 4, and we get introduced to Jordan, Sophie, Noah, and Abby. Read and Review!
District 7
Jordan Hinrikes was the really athletic kid at his school he was only 17, but was stronger than all the seniors.
"Dude what do you have in your lunch?" he asked Milasia his best friend.
"Oranges, what you got?" he asked.
"A peanut butter and bbq sauce," he said.
"Trade?"
"Yeah," he said and he sat down at a table with his friends.
After school he had to go home and change clothes. Then he would go to the forest and chop down trees.
"Look at this sequoia!" called Milasia.
"Dude want to double team it?" he asked.
"Sure!" They started chopping and it fell after 7 minutes. Some other guys helped picked it up.
"Reapings today Bro-ski!" said Milasia.
"Yeah I guess so," he replied in a low tone.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Nah." Milasia knew something was wrong.
Sophie was as hungry again. Sophie was the daughter of a rich merchant who sold rarities for a profit. Her father didn't use much of the money though, he just sat and counted it, over and over, like he was waiting for another penny to pop out of nowhere. Sometimes he didn't eat because her dad didn't want to "waste" their money. She didn't go to school, but ran around in the street with the street boys.
The street boys were a gang of 14-18 year olds who lived in the street. They fought for fun and before Sophie came and joined their group they ate garbage. One day a 12 year old Sophie had been walking home from the store with bread when she saw the boys eating garbage. They wore tattered clothes and looked worn and hungry. She looked at them and threw 4 loaves of bread in their direction.
"Now you better share!" she called.
"Wait!" yelled a boy. She looked at the boy waiting. "Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome," she smiled.
The day after that and the day after that she tossed bread and other food to them. She eventually came to know the boys better and they taught her how to fight just incase. Sophie now at 18 was one of their most advanced fighters.
"Hey Soph," said Joey a 15 year old who joined the group after Sophie.
"Hey, have you been working on that sweep punch I showed you?" she asked.
"Yeah I think I've almost got it."
"Great try it out!" Joey grabbed one of his friends and they started to fight. Joey started with a front kick. The other boy blocked and came around with a back punch. This is when Joey made his move. He blocked with his front hand and gave a feinted him. Then he smashed the other boys face with a low sweep punch, but he added something too. When the other boy was falling and Joey gave a hard solid round kick to the side of the other boys head.
"I didn't expect the round kick at the end!" she said helping Joey's friend up.
"I kinda added that part," he said grabbing his friend by the arms and leading him to a small crate. He sat the boy down and gave him a drink of water.
"What are you thinking about?" Joey asked.
"The Games."
"No duh that's what everyone is thinking about!" right when they were talking a group of peacekeepers ran past the alley they were in. They were running down the street. Sophie looked at Joey and she knew what he was thinking. Both of them took down the road. They followed them down until they reached Sophie's street.
"What are they doing?" Sophie asked. The peacekeepers started knocking on Sophie's door. Her father came out and they grabbed him. All Joey and Sophie could do was stare. They brought him out in the middle of the street and a peacekeeper pulled out a shotgun. Bang.
"Why did they shoot him?" asked Joey.
Sophie shook her head, "He was selling his items for sale today." Joey understood people were not allowed to sell anything on reaping day.
This year as usual the escort was a woman named Qwerty.
"OK PEOPLE! TIME TO PICK THEM TRIBUTES!" She went over to the reaping ball and grabbed a name.
"SOPHIE WHIYE!" she called.
Sigh how did I know this would happen? Not my lucky day.
She stepped on the stage and Qwerty continued,
"Now for the boys! JORDAN HINRICKES!" she called.
Oh great! Now I get to die alone.
He went up on stage.
"DISTRICT 7! YOUR TRIBUTES!"
District 8
Noah Hoffemen was a tall muscular 18 year old. He was on the Varsity football team and lead his team to the highest possible spot in the national football tournament.
"So what is going to happen this year for the Games?" asked his friend Liam.
"I don't know dude!" he replied. "How am I supposed to see who is going to get picked?"
"Yeash! It was a joke!" Liam said putting his hands up in surrender.
"Dude I know hahaha," Noah replied smiling. They played a game into overtime, but had to cut the game short for the reaping. Everyone jogged to the Justice Building in their uniforms.
Abigail Hannen was 17 years old. She loved to draw, but hated school.
"What do we have for homework?" she asked her friend Liana.
"5 subjects and if you don't have homework in that class you have a test the next day," Liana replies.
"Unfair," Abigail says.
"Yeah! They should at least give us a break for the reaping!"
She walks home and starts her homework and almost, kinda, not really, finishes it. She gets ready for the reaping by putting on her soft blue dress and puts a black bow in her hair. She grabs a bottle of perfume and sprays it on herself.
Now I'm ready for the reaping, but... She looked over at all her homework on her bed. I guess I'll finish it afterwards.
"Welcome Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, WELCOME TO THE 78TH HUNGER GAMES!" the escort yelled into the mike.
"SHUT UP!" yelled someone from the crowd.
"Ah yes thank you all. Now for the lucky lady and the lucky boy who shall compete in this years games." She snatches a name from the bowl
and walks back to the mike, she opens it and says, "The lucky lady? Well it's Abigail Hannen!"
Oh no, Think positive! At least I don't have to do my homework! Yeah so much for positive. She walked up the stairs to the stage and she tripped. Flat on her face and she tore her dress. Laughter spread throughout the District square.
"Ohahaha cough, well now for the boys! Noah Hoffemen!"
"You have got to be kidding me!" yelled Noah's football coach, "We have the championship game tomorrow! Someone volunteer!" No one volunteered. Noah walked up on stage and saw Abigail.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
Those 4 words earned him the hardest slap of his life and a bruise that would last 4 weeks. If he lived that long.
"DISTRICT 8, YOUR TRIBUTES!"