District 7 Reapings
Ruby Velvette POV
Shelley gently slid the last of the clips into my hair. I looked up, studying myself first. My dark curls were adorned with golden butterfly clips. And Shelley had festively tied a gold ribbon around the waist of my simple white dress.
Next my eyes fell on my seventeen year-old sister. Shelley's skin was stark white, and dark circles rung her eyes. A bruise ran the fall of her cheekbone and her lips were puffy. My sister was dying and no one knew why. But today she was just Shelley, because the reaping ball didn't care.
I looked at her, and smiled. My sister was beautiful. We were alike, yes: same dark hair, and small frame. But her eyes were green, while mine was spit brown.
"You look pretty," I said. Hugging her waist.
"So do you," she replied. "Lord hope we don't get reaped."
"We won't," I reassured her. "I'd volunteer for you, don't worry."
"Hey!" She said, sitting back down. "I'm the older sister here!"
"Girls" My mother called. She peddled in the wheel chair that my father had carved for Shelley, and we were off to the reaping.
Will Davis POV
I made my way through the crowd, eyes scanning for Mae. Only two more reapings, I reminded myself. But to be honest, I wasn't nervous. Yes, there were more slips with my name in the ball this year. But I was 4/6ths of the way through. I was more worried for Mae, to go into the arena pregnant? I'd prefer death to watching my fiancée and child slaughtered. So when they called the female tribute, I was relieved. But pleased would be a cruel thing to say. I watched stonily as Shelley Velvette pedaled her way to the stage. Her hands were trembling, and her lips were puffy. She was shaking her head and staring into the crowd, at her sister I think? The picture came together when the youngest Miss Velvette raced to the stage to volunteer, and Shelley started to howl.
Ruby Velvette POV
I composed myself easily. When your mothers emotional, your sisters sick, and your fathers bitter, you learned to be calm. I smiled, tucked my hair back, and greeted the escort. At least it's not Shelley up here, I reminded myself, and that helped me keep my bearings. Next they called the male tribute.
"Will Davis!" Immediately a large brown haired boy ripped through the crowd. He jumped the divider and entered the female pens. A small pregnant girl rushed forward, and I glanced at my feet as he kissed her steadily. There was something so desperate in it; I wanted to cry. I'm sorry, I thought miserably. We're alike, you and I. We both have someone who needs us to come home.
Will Davis POV
I shook hands with Ruby tenderly, because it was so horrible, and only we knew how it felt. But immediately after, I drew back: puffing up my figure. I was tough guy now. I had to be. Or I'd leave another child without a father.
Quick Note: I changed my penname.
I WAS .. and NOW I'm MeetVirginia. Which do you guys prefer? My old one was kind of long.
Anyway, anyone like Will and Ruby?
Will reminds me of our dear friend Kitty. Lets hope he doesn't abandon Mae the same was Harry abandoned Kitty. Ugh, darn these Games! But then again, if they didn't exist what would I have to write about?
OK ramble over
Peace out!