Disclaimer: Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins
Sorry that this took ages to come out I was busy and I haven't really stopped but I am taking time to bring these two reapings.
District 3, Adam Hale POV:
I wake up to my parents chatting to themselves downstairs; it's my first reaping of my life. My parents have always dreaded this day but I tell them
"It's unlikely I'm to be picked, were rich so I don't need to sign up for those tesserae" I say to my parents
"But there is still a chance" my mother says quietly
"Yeah like one in a thousand' I say before going to my room to get ready.
I put on my best shirt which is a forest green colour and my best dress black dress pants and shoes, I go to the bathroom to finish getting ready, I wipe the sleep out of my icy blue eyes, comb my black hair, then I start to wonder is there anyway which I can get a tan? I practically look like a ghost. I ignore that and go downstairs.
When I finish my breakfast I go and walk towards the stage area, I see people walking with their friends, and I think, The only friends I need are other scientific geniuses like me, I'll find them soon.
When I get to the stage I walk past Jacqueline Montaque, she is with her always-by-her-side-friend Evan. I don't know her much but a nagging feeling says I should start to, when I to call her name she doesn't answer, she just walks away, great now that feelings getting worse, so I start to twist my ring.
I finally make it to the 12 year-old pen and I begin to think
"At least my parents gave me basic training in case"
District 3, Jacqueline Montaque POV:
I start to walk with Evan, his best friend and the only reason to keep going after my family died.
We start to chat about little things along the way like the weather then we start to move on to bigger subjects, and I start to try to outsmart him by trying to say smart things to him, but I ended up saying
"You know if negative and a positive meet they ummm..." I stall of the subject by saying
"Which district do you hate the most?" I can see him thinking about this for a while then he says
"12, why because to me they are kind of like a mini career if you ask me, ever since Katniss they have been pulling out winners left right and centre" I think about his answer for a while and then before I can say something I hear someone calling out my name, I look around but I see no one, so I just keep walking.
When we reach the stage area Evan and I say our goodbyes, it takes longer than usual, probably because we might never see each other again but I say we have to go and we each go to the 12 year-old section.
When we start the Mayor reads the history, I think I dose of a one point but get woken up when the Escort goes onto the stage, her voice would be way to quite to hear without the microphone but even then they still have to crank it up.
"Ladies first, darlings" that's another thing I hate she calls every one "darling" as if we are her best friends.
"Jacqueline Montaque, what a lovely name darling" I hear my name called and I start to be pushed to the front so to avoid an accident I start to walk to the stage and when I get there and stand in my spot she says
"Gentleman, darlings" I've had enough of her "darling" and I'm just about to punch her before I hear
"Adam Hale, aren't you a darling" I see him walk out of the 12 year-old sections for the males, great district 3 now has two 12 year-olds for tributes, our luck keeps on pilling on.
We get told to shake our hands he can tell I'm scared and I can tell his scared but we both try and put on strong faces.
"Please make our young looks get us sponsors"
District 4, Evan Palmer POV:
I wake up to my little sister Sydney pushing me off the bed and I try to ignore her, bad idea, before I know what hit I am on the floor with her prancing around me saying in a cheerful voice,
"Wake up, wake up, wake up sleepy head grim reaper has come again!" The grim reaper thing is a joke of ours. I laugh and get up and start to talk to the bathroom.
I flatten out my golden brown hair and wipe the sleep out of my sea green eyes, I start to look over myself, I have to say I am quite muscular and handsome, most of the girls like me, but I'm not interested until I'm 19 to avoid the possibility of one of us getting reaped.
When I make it down stairs I am already dressed in a sky blue dress shirt with tan khaki pants, I finish breakfast quickly and I leave my victors village house and make my way down to the stage area.
On the way I meet my friends Darian, David, Matt and Riley, we start to chat about previous games, who the best winner is from district 4 and which district will win this year, this sparks up a big argument between us and we start to raise our voices and yelling but we stop soon because everyone starts to give us very odd looks.
When we get to the stage area we start all go to the 17 year-old section, I have always thought that when the people were in their sections they looked like cows in a pen.
I find my place and start to think
"Let me go home after this"
District 4, River Ellis POV:
I am walking from my house which I only live in, my whole family died 10 years ago in a fishing accident, the only reason I didn't go is because I have a sickness which causes me to pass out or vomit at random times, this to me is a curse and a blessing, without it I would be dead.
I start to comb my fingers through my long, curly blonde hair and wait for my friend Lily. Lily is the polar opposite of me in every way, I'm short, she's tall, I have blonde hair, and hers is a brunette.
When she reaches me we start to chat about school, how I am, how she is, fishing, the best way to tie a certain knot, which one of us can run faster, the usual stuff.
We finally reach the stage when I start to feel my sickness but I push it back down and keep walking.
When we are in our section we listen to the history which bores me to death, then our escort comes on stage, the thing about her is that she extends words way to long.
"LLLaaaaaddddieeees firrrrrrssst" she puts her hand in and brings it out and she says,
"Rrrrrrrrrriverrrrrrrr Ellllllllllissssssssssssss" I start to walk up to the stage and stand there looking at nothing, all the faces blur into one and everything seems slow.
"Maaaaaalllllesssss, Evvvvvannnnnnn Paaaaaaaaalmmmmmmmmerrrrr" A guy from the 17 year-old section walks out and comes up on stage, he looks handsome and a bit scared.
We start to shake hands when I feel it coming up like a volcano, I turn my head to the side and vomit before collapsing in it, the last thing I think before it all goes blank is
"He has to help me"
Hope you liked it writing the next two by the time your reading this, will try and get the next one up before I go to Bali (Wednesday)
Muchly appreciated, Mr Meh.