Chapter 8
District 8
Taeny's POV
It's a new day here in district 8. Everyone is busy even in the morning. I watch people walk by form my window everyone works really hard and makes an effort to be on time. I just remember today is not a regular day. Today is the day of the reaping. We never get excited for that day since every one of us is against it. Why does the capitol makes this to us? I wish we could all like in peace with each other, and maybe have the same opportunities. I need to start getting ready quickly. A week ago I made myself a dress for this occasion, is very simple but I like it, it's white with a ribbon in the center and some decoration at the bottom, it makes me feel proud. It might sound crazy but one of my dreams is to be a designer or part of a group of stylists. Too bad I don't live the capitol, I could have a chance to pursue my goals. Yes, their fashion may be a little bit strange, but I admire how they make their clothing. The fabric they use, the machines, the material, if I had access to all those things I'll be the happiest person in the world. Imagine having my own clothing line and making new trends in fashion. It will be nice. But I guess I won't happen anytime soon. I wonder how they make the customs the tributes use when they make their appearances in television. They seem to make them in a very few time, that's pretty impressive. What will it feel like to be part of that? I would like to know. Well Its getting late so I show start getting ready. This is my the time going to a reaping, I think I've been lucky all these times. What could happen if I get picked? I mean, I don't really now If I could survive in the arena, besides I don't wanna leave my family and my friends. I will just hope the odds are in my favor this time.
At the reaping
I finally arrived at the plaza. I look around me everyone seems nervous and afraid. No one like this but some of us have gotten use to it. The capitol announcer arrives the stage and as usual I can't help but stare at her outfit. I love to see what people from the capitol is wearing and this is the only time of the year where I get to see it. I like the colors of her clothes they are amazing, she is wearing a jacket with 3 basic colors, light blue, orange and pink, she is wearing pants that looks like they have been spread with paint, her hair is has a little bit of glitter and as colorful tips and lastly her shoes are so pretty! Maybe I got too excited about her clothes haha well now back to the reaping. She plays the video about our history. I'm surprised most of us pay attention to it. It is interesting to see that things were different before the hunger games started. Now she walks to a bowl and picks up a piece of paper.
"Ladies first, she says"
She reads the name on the paper and says it out loud.
"Taeny Lester"
And surprisingly its me.
I don't really know what to think, A part of me thinks that this is going to be the worst experience in my life and that maybe I'm not good I'm not good enough for this and have no chance of winning but also I think Its my chance to finally visit the capitol and learn some new things, I think that is the bright side and after all I think there is nothing I could do about it. So I should not show weakness, I'm going to go on stage, smile and take the possibilities this opportunity has offered me.
"Now its time we choose our male tribute"
She picks up a paper from another bowl and reads what it says out loud.
"Maxwell Hamilton"
When his name its called, he starts walking towards stage, seems to be very angry. Max and I have know each other from a very long time, he is one of my childhood friends, he was always hated the hunger games. Two years ago his best friend Kevin went to the arena, he didn't survive past the bloodbath, that made Max very sad and he never wanted to know about the hunger games ever again. Nobody mention them when he was around, and now he has to go and face them himself.
The capitol announcer tells us to shake hands. The crowd gives us an applause but Max just keeps looking down ignoring everything around him.
We enter the waiting room and my family comes to visit me, I take one more look at Max he sits in a couch waiting until finally his sister, Monica, arrives. We go separate ways. Maybe at some point I may be able to talk about him about what he thinks about all of this maybe we could help each other out.
