District 7
Indien Syrup 17
I prance through the forest floor, my feet rustling against the leaves and twigs. I take an arrow from my fur skin quiver and quickly fire at my first target on a tree. It flies home and strikes directly in the centre of the target. I quickly move on to the next tree, followed by the next tree. Hitting each target perfectly.
I'm breathing heavily and sweating after hitting about 20 targets so I sit down on a log to catch my breath. Whilst listening to the birds and animals in the forest, I pull out my black winter tribe diary to make sure I am performing as I should be. My native American origins are very important to me, it's how I live my entire life. Actually it is my life. My family think my obsession is kind of weird but I don't care!
I sling my bow across my back and head back through the forest to my home. When I walk through my front door my dad tries to greet me
"Morning Indien how are you feeling today"
"Aggravated" I respond
I then run upstairs into my attic and shut the door behind me, my pet fox which, I managed to tame, runs over to me and I rub its face. I'm aggravated today because my normal rituals in the black winter tribe diary have been interrupted by The Hunger Games and there's nothing I can do about it! I must attend. If I get chosen, then it is fate and there's nothing anyone can do to stop that!
I place the black winter diary back in my safe and head back downstairs to get ready to leave. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I can hear my parents debating.
"He has become way too obsessed with that damn book…the only thing he talks to now is his fox" I hear my dad snap
"He is only going through a phase…he'll snap out of it!" my mum says
I walk into the room where they are arguing, neither of them having any idea that I can hear everything. I know everything! My mum goes to hug me but I don't hug her back.
"See you later" she says
I just nod stoically and head out the door, I can see my dad rolling his eyes in the background.
As I walk down towards the reapings I think about my coldness towards my mum. It's not my fault, it's part of the requirements of the book to never show one's emotion. I reach he reapings and have my finger pricked. I convince my body not to register the pain and have no reaction. I walk into the 17-year-old section and stand emotionless. I can see some people around me sniggering, they find me really weird at school.
"Welcome to the 49th Hunger Games" the escort announces
Our escort chooses the male tribute first this year. She picks a name out the bowl and reads it
"Indien Syrup"
Rage wells up inside of me! How I supposed to continue my black winter life? I must not show my emotions though. It's all part of the plan remember! I walk to the front emotionless and prepared!
Samantha "Sam" Collins 15
"Wake up Sam!" I hear my foster mum shout
I check the time. I've slept in too late again! I just can't be bothered to get up…
Eventually I manage to slide out of bed and put on a white blouse and turquoise skirt. After this I run downstairs and shovel some food in my mouth, which is the best I can come up with for breakfast. I run out of the door with only half an hour to go for the reapings! I begin racing down the street. My friend Winnie is walking towards my house so I run into her. We both crash onto the ground!
"Well actually she's not really my friend because she kind of likes everyone"
"What?" Winnie exclaims as we both stand up
Oops I didn't mean to say that out loud
"What?" I repeat
"You said I'm not really your friend"
"No I said 'she's not really my friend'…I'm talking about my friend… 'She'…" I lie
"You have a friend called 'She'?"
"Yeah you wouldn't know her…she goes to a different school" I say
"Well what's her surname?" she asks
"Err…um…She?" I stutter
"Her surnames She aswell?"
"Yeah, she's called She She" I mumble
"Ok…but you do realise I know you're talking about me and not your friend She She right?"
I just look at the ground in defeat. I then notice three peacekeepers in the distance marching towards us.
"We've got to go!" I shout
We then both begin hastily jogging towards the reaping's.
We arrive behind everyone else because we are late and are the last two to get our fingers pricked. We rush into the 15-year-old section just as the escort is doing the introduction speech. My foster parents must be here somewhere but I don't care. Our escort then shows us the video of the history of panem, all the normal boring stuff. This is my 4th Reapings after all so I'm not really bothered anymore. This year the escort chooses the boy first. To be honest I would rather he just get the girls over with and not leave me in suspense
"Indien Syrup" She announces
I see a Native American looking boy walk to the front. His dark hair is shoulder length and he has a stoic and brave look on his face. If I was chosen, I would wont to appear brave like him! Next she chooses the girl.
"Samantha Collins"
"Oh my God!" Winnie exclaims
She sounded more shocked than actually caring
"It's alright" I whisper to her
I put on a brave face and walk to the front although unlike Indien I accidently trip and stumble a little…
Thanks Guesttwelve and WildXPaws for these two. Sorry this chapter took a little long it's just the reapings start getting repetitive after a while so I lost a little bit of motivation as well as other stuff going on in my life. So sorry if the POVs are getting shorter but you will find out more about the tributes as the story goes on. I have some good news and bad news
I will be putting a time limit on the reserved spots that are currently on my profile page. I'll give it one month from now to have the reserved tributes submitted. So on the 17th of August 2019 after that they will become open again. Sorry
I am opening an escort/mentor submission form so you can submit your own mentors and escorts. Cos I lack imagination lol. All are open except the Escorts in D4, D2, D6, D12, D7 and district 6 mentor because I already have a plan for that. It will be done on a first come first served basis. You can find the submission form on my profile page!