District Six:
Quince's POV:
"Quincy, time to wake up," I looked at my sister and smiled. My ten year old sister, Piper, was standing by my bed side with a huge smile on her face. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. One of the sweetest little girls you'd ever meet.
"All right, hold on a minute…" I got out of bed and walked to the bath. We didn't own a shower, but most people in our district didn't. I quickly bathed in the dirty water, which you would think would ruin the purpose, and changed. I dried my close-cropped brown hair quickly and got away from the mirror as soon as possible. I didn't like looking at myself very often in the mirror…I wasn't the best looking person around. I personally found myself ugly…I was chubby, or as my mother said "heavyset", and I didn't have any good facial features.
"Quincy!" I heard my father yell, "Hurry up or we are going to be late!" I ran down the stairs and said good morning to both my parents. Then I grabbed a piece of toast and was out the door. I promised my friends, Leo and Fern, that I would meet up with them. I ran to the fence and waited.
Fern was the first one to show up. She was the one who was the most timid out of the three of us. She wanted to be a doctor when she was older and only came out with us to gather wild herbs. She had light brown hair and brown eyes.
"We really shouldn't be doing this…especially on Reaping Day…" I laughed and patted her on the back.
"It won't be that bad Fern. We are just going to check a few traps, gather some wild herbs…it's no big deal!" She sighed and nodded. Leo showed up next. He had black hair and bright blue eyes.
"Why are you so late, Leo," Fern scolded.
"I had to sneak away! My parents didn't want me out on Reaping Day! They said they didn't want me getting into any trouble." I gulped. This was exactly what we were doing. Getting into trouble.
"I'll go first," Leo grumbled. He started digging until he made a good sized hole. He slipped underneath and Fern quickly followed. I embarrassingly dug it deeper. I wasn't as small as either of them. I finally made it under and we walked deeper into the forest. Fern collected roots, herbs, and berries. I found the first trap and checked it. Nothing yet.
District Six was a very boring place if you didn't find first aid interesting. Leo didn't either so he and I took an interest in traps. It was illegal of course, but Leo didn't care. I cared a lot and Fern cared even more than me. For some reason though we followed Leo. He was a natural leader and we couldn't help following him. That and we would feel terrible if something happened to him.
"Hey, I got something," he yelled.
"Shush, Leo! Someone could hear you!" Fern said.
"No they couldn't," he said, "HEY WORLD LOOKIE HERE! JUST THREE FOURTEEN YEAR OLD KIDS ILLEGALLY TRAPPING! COME AND GET US IF YOU CAN!" he practically screamed.
"That's enough Leo," I replied. Fern looked like she was going to murder Leo and Leo was just laughing at her.
"Just show us what you got," I said as calmly as possible.
"A big, fat, juicy squirrel!" He beamed. We looked at the sad rodent. It fell into one of my traps where you tripped a wire and it launched a wooden stake. Poor little squirrel.
We collected the rest of our prizes. Three squirrels and a hare. Pretty good catches. We would be able to eat these after the Reapings. We walked back and quickly snuck under the fence. We hid our catches in an empty barrel and hurried to the Reapings. Our clothes weren't too messy.
We made it and went into our section. As soon as we settled our Mayor went and made the speech. I almost fell asleep, but stupid Singing Rain had to ruin it all.
"Hello District Six! How are you all doing?" silence was her answer. No one really liked her. She was all peppy and optimistic. She would have been great for a Career District, but she wasn't a good match for us. We would all be glad once she was gone. I looked at our one mentor. Her name was Naomi Picou. She was always so sad, and for good reason. She was reaped with her brother and they made it to the end. He killed himself before she could kill herself, making her the victor.
She dug in the girls' ball and drew out someone's death sentence.
"Abby Parker!"
I heard the scuffling of feet and looked over. A girl emerged from the fifteen year old girl section. I had never really seen her around before. She had shoulder length brown hair and looked really pale. The thing I noticed most about her was she was literally hobbling. She had some really weird limp thing going on with her left leg. When she turned to the audience, I could see tears in her grey eyes. Poor girl…it was really too bad.
Singing Rain asked for volunteers and there was no response. She dug around in the boys' ball and drew out a name.
"Quince Fisher!"
I stood frozen like a statue. This couldn't be happening to me. It just wasn't possible. Every year I had seen people leave our district and not come back, but I never thought I would be one of them.
I started moving and made it to the stage before I knew it. She called for volunteers and no one responded. I could see my family crying and I had to avert my eyes. If I kept looking at them I would start crying as well.
"These are your tributes for this Quarter Quell!"
The Capital:
President Raven's POV:
I shut off the live television feed. District Seven's Reapings would start in about five minutes so I had to make this quick.
"Lopunny, please send Mr. Loki in." I said. I heard my secretary's soft, sweet voice confirm he would be here in a matter of seconds.
I stared out the window and pursed my lip. Failure was not tolerated in my Capital. I heard the door open.
"Mr. Loki, please come in and sit down. Would you like something to drink?" I asked calmly.
"No thank you, Madam President," Raine Loki sputtered. Silence filled the room. I was waiting for him to speak first.
"Is there a reason I've been called," he mumbled.
"Did you happen to watch the District Six Reapings," I said icily.
"N-n-n-no," he stuttered.
"You know the plan Head Gamemaker Lavender and I thought up. We would rig the Reapings so that only the children of the richest and most influential people in each district were reaped. That way, the family business and legacy would be weakened, and then twice as weakened once the games started. You knew this plan, and yet, you failed to carry out your part. You were supposed to rig every single Reaping ball before it was sent out to each district."
"I'm-m so-" he interrupted.
I continued on, "District One was rigged and then the volunteers were even better than the children we picked. There hadn't been any volunteers thanks to Lavenders mutts and traps. Now I watch District Six and two ordinary children are reaped. Not even one ordinary child and one rich child, but both completely normal that wouldn't harm any influential or powerful family. Now whose fault was that," I asked.
"I can fix it! I'll try harder!" he yelled.
"That's not going to cut it, Raine Loki. We will never require your services again." I turned my chair around suddenly and pulled out a pistol I kept hidden under my desk. I aimed and shot. His lifeless corpse slumped to the floor.
"Lopunny," I paged, "Please get an Avox and Head Gamemaker Lavender in here. I need to discuss thing with Lavender and Mr. Loki made quite a mess."
District Six:
Abby's POV:
I tried to not start hyperventilating. I was fifteen years old and was going into the Hunger Games. I could feel the mixture of fear and bile start to come up my throat. I swallowed both back down but I could still feel them there. I focused on one step after another. One step forward and then another step forward. Right and then left…right and then left…
I could feel the Peacekeepers eyes on me. They either wanted me to go faster or they pitied me. I assumed it was the first one. My stupid limb. It happened when I was younger. I was going to get my dad from one of the medical research labs. Right when I was outside, there was a huge explosion. The door flew out and shoved me against a brick wall. Ever since then I walk with a limp on my left leg. I could run just fine, but when I walked I was one of the slowest people on earth. My father wasn't so lucky. He was now deaf and had pretty bad eyesight.
I finally made it to my room and waited. The only people who would come visit me would be my mother, Theresa, my father, Mill, and my brother, Sam.
My father was a medical researcher who loved his work. My mother was a stay at home mother, and she cared very much for me. She was always saying how I needed to open up to people more. That if I opened up to people more I would have more friends.
My brother was one of my favorites. He was strong, courageous, and loyal. He was nineteen and had recently moved out on his own.
I heard the inevitable opening of the door and I turned around. My mother was standing there and I ran into her open arms. She was crying already and, of course, I started crying. My brother patted me on the back, while my father stood there with a sad look in his eyes.
"You need to come home to us," my mother whispered.
"I'll t-t-try," I stuttered. Another one of my terrible habits. I always stuttered. Unless I was yelling, but I never seemed to get angry. I just wasn't an angry person.
"You know I would fight in your place if I could, Squirt," my brother reassured.
"Of c-c-cour-rse I know that-t." I said shakily between sobs. We kept crying and all I could think of was that this was probably the last time I would see my family. This was probably the last time I would feel the warm embrace of my mother. This was probably the last time I would feel the reassurance of my brother. His was probably the last time I would see my father's caring face.
I looked at my father and he started signing to me. I learned all of the sign language so I could keep up conversations with my father. My mother and brother picked up on some of it, but they didn't know as much as me. He firsts asked me if I have the locket.
I looked down at it and hold it close to my heart. It had a picture of my father and me in it. The Peacekeepers come to take them away. As he is leaving he quickly signs to me that he loves me and will never forget me. The door shuts and my heart stops.
Never forget me.
He didn't say he would be praying for me, or that he would be cheering for me. He said he would never forget me. As if I would never come back. He had already come to the conclusion I would not be returning alive. I felt my heart break. If my father couldn't believe in me, how could I?
I stared down at the locket and was filled with a sudden anger. I would show him. I would come back, just to prove him wrong! He would see! I wasn't just his little girl! I may be the girl with a limp, but I would win these games!
All right so a quick explanation for President Raven's POV!
So I got so many tributes who were either rich or had powerful parents, so I decided to make it part of the plot. The plot is that they rigged the Reapings so that kids who had rich and powerful parents were reaped. Like Rapids father runs a huge fishing industry, Charlie is the nephew of a victor, Isis is the daughter of a very powerful man and woman, Saturn is the son of a very rich man, and the list keeps going on. Look in every district! There is at least one kid who is from a rich, used to be rich, powerful, or influential family. The only district that didn't have one was District Six which is why I added the point of view from President Raven and the plot. It ties in with the Quarter Quell so maybe it can help you figure out what it is ;D
So, as always, review and tell me what you think of these two tributes! This was pretty difficult to write and I know it's not my best. For some reason I wasn't meshing with these tributes really well but I know I will get the hang of them eventually! So review!
