We are half way done with the reapings!
District Six Reapings:
Emilia Chesterfield POV:
"Emmy Get down here!" My brother David yells, it sounds like he's on the bottom floor, two stories down, our parents owns a chain of hospitals that were all across the district, making them, and us very rich. It also meant that they were never around, and when they were they were doing paperwork. But David and I were close, he also helped me, to get ready for the games should I ever get picked, I could handle knives, and my personal favorite poisoned syringes.
"Coming David," I yell back. I hurriedly pull on a pale green dress, with a matching necklace and bracelet. I ran down two flights of stairs and skidded to a halt at the table that sat in our kitchen.
"What took so long?" He asked
"You woke me up, forgot to set my alarm," I explain
"Oh. Good thing I'm around, or else you'd be late for the reapings." David joked
"Yes I would sleep in until I missed next year's reapings too," I said overdramatically. We both laugh the chances of us being reaped are very slim, we don't take tessera so compared to some kids in the lower parts of the districts, where gangs roam the streets, who have to take out tessera, to eat, or to feed themselves while having enough money to keep up with there addictions. That's something I see a lot of in the hospitals, drug overdoses. It's sick the way those kids mess themselves up, they lose their minds, and kill tons of brain cells. That's our big district message: Don't do Drugs! Unfortunately not everybody listened.
"So, let's hope the odds stay in your favor this year" David said
"They will I'm sure of it. Now we have to go," I said checking the clock.
The square was loud and packed when we got there. Most people were already in their assigned areas, and were talking amongst themselves. I walk to the eighteen year old section, and one of my friends, Charisa, bounces up and we start chatting about pointless things, just to keep our minds off of the Reaping. Some more of my friends eventually drift over, and the conversation grows. Then the mayor takes the stage, and our conversation, becomes a whispered one. Really what's the point of listing? We all become quiet as our escort takes the stage though. She looks scarier this year, she has freakishly pale skin, her face and lips were quite literally shaped like hearts, her eyes were rainbow colored, and her hair was short and bright pink. She bounced up to the microphone and shrieked:
"Ok Let's choose our female tribute!" she bounced away and back to the podium quickly and squealed the name
"Emilia Chesterfield!" Crap. I put on a face that probably looked somewhat cocky, and glared at people, as I confidently walked to the stage. As I was walking on to the stage our escort, Rossaleta, was picking the boy's name I had climbed the three steps and reached my spot on stage as she read the boy's name
"Nathan Rychart!" There was a boy coming out of the sixteen year old section. I looked him over he had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, he was wearing simple cloths, he didn't look like much of a threat, nothing special about him at- wait was he wearing a headband? What guy wore a headband? Weird. He was not a threat, nor a potential ally.
Nathan Rychart POV:
I calmly walked to the stage I had not expected to have been reaped but there had always a chance. I reached the stage and the mayor began reading The Treaty of Treason, I stared forward, and listened attentively, carefully checking my emotions. I was understandably worried, nervous, even the slightest hint of anger. I quickly ignored that, there were more important things right now. Twenty minutes later, the mayor finished The Treaty of Treason, and gave a motion for us to shake our hands. I reached out my hand and with a sneer Emilia took my hand. Then we were escorted to the Justice building where for all but one of us, our final goodbyes would be said to our friends and family. My first visitors were my parents my mother was silently crying and my father looked on the verge of tears.
"Oh my baby," My mother said he voice thick with tears "I almost lost you once now you're at risk again. Oh I just can't bear it; it's just too awful,"
"Be strong in the arena Nathan," my father said. He sounded very sad through his calm demeanor having gotten his emotions under control. We didn't say much during the next hour when the Peacekeepers came to take them out and take me away, we simply exchanged looks, they said 'I love you, come back, and if not good bye, and no matter what be strong'. Then I was walking in a different direction to them, minutes later, I was walking on to the train It was richly furnished. This was no surprise this was a capitol train.
Two hours later it was time for our dinner. It was just Emilia, Rossaleta, our mentor Juniper, and I. The dishes were huge and decadent and seemed to just keep coming. They ranged from, some sort of soup filled with tiny vegetables, to a rich moist chocolate cake, and about everything in-between.
"So I'm expecting that you two will ally," Juniper said. I wasn't sure if we would be or not, Emilia didn't seem to like me much, and I was unsure as to whether to trust her or not. I began to say this when Emilia cut me off
"Me ally with him? No thanks." She said coldly "ohhhh what's that?" she said, he tone completely different she sounded very perky, pointing at a plate congaing rolled dough filled with a whitish cream, and black specks on each end.
"Those are cannoli's," Rossaleta said picking one up.
"So you're not allying?" Juniper asked.
"No," Emilia said getting up and walking to her room
Emilia Chesterfield POV:
How many times did I have to say no, for someone to get it? It wasn't a hard concept. I was not allying with Nathan, he looked like a wimp. Besides I had other plans, for my allies. Ones who I knew would clear me a way to win. David had suggested it when he came to say goodbye. It was a good idea; it would take a lot of work though. I had had tones of visitors, most of my friends had visited; but my parents were the worst they just said that they were sorry I was reaped, and they would like to talk more but they had paperwork to do. Honestly paperwork when your only daughter, could die. I wouldn't but there was that chance. David had been the best though, he had talked strategy. He cared if I died or not, and he would try his hardest to keep me alive. Our plan would work I knew it.
I am so happy that I'm half-way done with the reapings! I know that Emilia's last POV was short, but I wanted to let you get an idea of her goodbyes without having to write them out. I hope that you liked it, please R&R.