Reapings for district 6
"Henrick, hurry up!" Says my impatiant 12-year-old brother. They call him a stray career. He's been waiting for years for today. I think he's the biggest idiot ever. Who's want to leave their family for the games?
"ow!" I exclaim as they stamp my bloody finger into the book. It's my first year here, too.
The video plays and I shiver. What a cruel government: sacrificing innocent kids in an arena to fight to the death. I still can wrap my brain around why Tristan would want to volunteer. It's just not right.
"The girl will be... Sylare Maritson!" A few clap as the average-sized girl mounts the stage, silent. "And..." Says Effie, choosing a slip if paper from the Boy ball. "Henrick Janson!" I calm myself. Tristan is volunteering. But he doesn't meerley smiling at me grotesquely, I realize that Tristan's 'want' was fake. He only wants to see his half brother die.
