district 7
"ALICE! ALICCEEE?!" Maria Matine shouted frantically for her younger sister, she ran upstairs, into her sister's bedroom.
"Alice, come on, we'll be late for your first reaping!" Maria said to the empty room. Then the small fragile girl with sleek black shoulder length hair and gradient green eyes stepped out from her wardrobe.
"I'm not going!" She announced, holding back tears.
"Why not?" Maria says, kneeling down.
"Because- I'm scared.."
"But aliceee" Maria whines mockingly, "you have to go! You look too pretty not to go!"
Alice giggles, "okay then"
They hold hands and start to walk towards the square. Maria was terrified, but she couldn't let Alice see that, Maria was the older sister, even if it only were by two years. With her free hand she flattened her dress and played with her long black hair. It was almost time.
Peter tyke walked to the square alone, he did every year, he was 17 now. His bright orange hair reflected the sun, unlike his dark and hollow eyes. He had tried to commit quite a few times now, the bullying was out of hand, instead, when it didn't work, he now refuses to eat. He was just skin and bones.
He never wanted to to volunteer before now, he always wanted to die of his own accord. Not any more. He didn't care.
Once everything was in position, the reaping began.
The woman with green long straight hair, walked center stage and tapped the microphone, sending feedback echoing through the square.
"Ah! Look at all you beautiful potential tributes! Oh how I am excited! Ladies first I believe!" She skipped over to the female bowl.
she didn't hesitate before digging her pink hand in, right to the bottom. Then the name.
"Alice Matine!"
Maria's hazel eyes scanned the crowd. There she was. She looked like a porcelain doll.
"NO!" She screamed "ALICE, ALICE, NO! STOP, I VOLUNTEER!"
The peacekeepers from the sides held Alice still as she cried and screamed and kicked In protest.
The escort looked thrilled.
Oh wonderful! Maria thought as she made her way to the stage, I have a lap dog for an escort.
Then the boys.
"Michael day"
This boy looked pleased he had been picked, he began to make his way towards the stage,
Peter knew this boy, he was 18, always wanted to be in the games, his parents refused to let him volunteer though, this was his dream right here. But this boy was one of those who had beaten Peter up numerous times, so peter made it his priority to spoil all this boys hopes of being a victor.
"I volunteer!" Some scoffs were heard but it didn't matter, the look on Michael day's face was a picture, this is how peter wanted to go out.
Then, after the escort almost fainted with the glee of two volunteers, they were led into the building.
Thanks for reading! Please review for invisible lions, sorry it was a bit late:/ busy busy busy!
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