"Hurry up Wasp! You're going to miss the reaping!" Glitz hollers from downstairs. I irritably slam the door to my room. There is at least a good hour left until reaping! He may be my brother, but he can be such a pain sometimes.
As I am walking out the door I stop to look at myself in the pink mirror hanging on my wall. My short black hair, side swept bangs, and intelligent black eyes give me a fierce and cunning look. The two end pieces of my hair come down longer than the rest almost looking like pinchers. I know instantly that I have chosen the right outfit for reaping day.
I have my traditional gold headband placed carefully in my hair, my favorite black hooded top, and black short shorts and boots. I'm not your typical District 1 ditz. I don't flounce around batting my eyelashes and fawning all over the guys- most guys I meet usually end up with a broken bone or two now that I think about it. It's not my fault that they annoy me.
I do, however, hold a secret passion for stuffed animals and sugary treats, but no one sees that. No, I hold to my image well, mean, sarcastic, violent, and most of all intelligent. I was declared a child prodigy at a young age and was allowed to stop going to school. I spend most of my time alone mastering combat. What else would I want to do, living in such a despicable district?
My boots sound out in an even rhythm as I walk down to the coffee shop on the corner, probably the only good thing about my stupid district. As the door swings open I march inside to be greeted by the usual moment of silence. I'm used to it now. Everyone's scared of me, the violent freakish outcast. The thought makes me smirk. I sit down with my only friend Shimmer. She's not bad really, for a District 1 girl.
Soon enough I am standing with the other 15 year olds of my district listening to our pathetic mayor rant on about the "Dark Days". Or should I say, pretending to be listening. No one listens to his speech really. Most of the girls around me are giggling or re applying bright pink lipstick. Finally our escort Misty Abelle steps up to the stage, decked out in her usual shade of purple.
"And our female tribute is….Oh isn't the excitement killing you?...I know its killing me…Ooooh I bet you want to know who-" "Oh just spit it out would you?" I scream glaring at her. 300 pairs of eyes all whip towards me. Oh well I think You know you were thinking the same thing…
"Wasp Met!" I pause, frozen in my spot. "Wasp Met! Dear! Where are you Wasp?" Slowly my brain grasps what is happening. OH S**T! I mentally slap myself. Get it together Wasp. You better make the most of this… In an instant Wasp disappears and a new girlier, dumber girl takes her place. As I walk up to the stage a flip my hair behind me and put on my best winning smile.
"So your Wasp…" Misty glowers down at me. Uh-oh. Some ones in trouble. "Yes m'am! The one and only!" I giggle back with a sweetly oblivious smile.
Get ready Panem, because I am going to win.
"Hurry it up Gleam!" I hear my twin brother Flash pounding on my door, loud as always. "I'm coming, alright? Give me a second!" I take on final look at myself before I leave the room. Same messy red hair, same angular boyish face and blue eyes. A near mirror image of Flash.
I throw on some of my favorite clothes for the reaping. Shine's clothes. When I was only 13 my older brother, my idol died in The 1st Hunger Games. He made it all the way to the final 2 to be skewerd by a girl from District 4 as my whole family watched. Flash pretends it never happened, if you mention Shine he would ignore you. My poor 10 year old sister Amaze repressed it.
I, on the other hand, refused to forget. I will avenge my brother. That one thought fuels me through training once everyone has left, and keeps me there until the early morning hours. It's my silent obsession, and today would be the day I start my journey to avenge him and bring honor to my District.
As I walk downstairs I am greeted by my mother Satin with the same sad forced smile. Ever since Shine's death she has never been the same. She spends all of her time locked away working as a seamstress and crying. I could never tell her I was going to volunteer. It would destroy her. My father Sable walks down the stairs with a crease in his brow. He worries often, and takes responsibility for things that arn't his fault. He feels that if he had just trained him more, that Shine could have survived.
I meet up with my friend Luxor on the way to the square. We walk to the reaping together and I listen as he talks about his latest plan with a smirk. He's a good friend, but he has deffinetly convinced me to do more than one illegal act.
Finally we part ways as I go to stand in the 16 year olds section. Mayor Opel walks up to the stage to start his yearly rant about the rebellion. Eventually Misty bounces up to the stage to announce the female tributes. Right before she announces the name I hear a girls voice cry out "Oh just spit it out will you?'' I turn around already knowing who the voice belongs to. Wasp Met, possibly one of the most phsycotic people in District 1, at least in my eyes. Declaired a child prodigy she spends all of her time training, insulting people, and Talking to Shimmer Gem.
I surpress a laugh when I hear her name called. She flounces up to the stage sweetly giggling. Yep I thought to myself a phsyco for sure.
I don't even bother to listen to the boys name. Instantly I cry out "I volunteer!"
Watch out Panem, I will avenge my brother...
Yes! It's done! So what do you think? I tried really hard to write them as best as I could! I know I write alot, it's a bad habit. I know what your thinking- "Oh noes! The reapings will take forever!" Trust me, they wont. I can update on every day exept Wednesday, and Thursday and wil try my best to finish quickly. Thank you to Pianoette and Artanis for the great tributes!
Please review! It makes me smile! :)
