Sorry I couldn't update this weekend. I had to go to a sleepover :P
Anya Reemia POV:
As a special treat, the orphanage lets us have free time before the reaping. My friends and I decide to hang out at the docks. I was one of the few girls that will be coming, but I don't mind. I find that I get along with boys much better.
We watch a man fishing, which is unusual for a district 7 citizen to do.
"I'm bored, let's do something!" Samskine exclaims.
"Truth or Dare?" Beare asks.
"You're joking!" I laugh. I haven't played that game in years now.
"C'mon!" Beare pleads.
"Fine…" I say, rolling my eyes.
"Beare, you first. Truth or Dare?" Samskine
"Truth." Beare replies, excitedly.
"Who do you like?" Samskine asks.
"No one..." Beare replies, a blush flushing across his cheeks.
"Aww, he's blushing!" I say. "Tell us Beare!"
He looks at me, his blush deepening. "I told you, no one."
"We'll find out later," I tell the others. "After the reapings."
"Ok, your turn Anya," Beare says, trying to change the subject. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare." I say, feeling the excitement bubbling up in me.
"Push his bucket into the water." Josie tells us, pointing to the man fishing.
"Ok," I say with a shrug.
I walk slowly over to the man, hearing a few giggles behind me.
"Hi, any luck?" I ask sweetly.
The man looks over to me and frowns. "Get away from me. I know what you and your friends are up to. I suggest you go home back to your parents." He faces back to the ocean, a small smile spreading across his face. "Oh, that's right. You have no parents."
I feel anger flush through me. He did not just say that to me! I will take pleasure in knocking his fish back into the ocean.
But before I do, I grab 2 fish and put them both in my left hand. With my foot, I kick over his bucket and watch it and his fish fall into the water below.
"Run!" I shout, smiling.
I see the man behind me turning around trying to grab hold of me, but he's not fast enough.
My friends and I run all the way to the town, laughing.
I hold the two fishes I stole out to Beare. "Dinner," I say, feeling triumph.
The orphanage under feed us, so he takes it with eager.
"Time for the reapings," My other friend, Stelark replies.
We walk towards the square, separating in all different directions. I watch as Beare makes his way over to the 16 year old boys section, still holding the fishes. People stare at him, but he continues to walk confidently. I can't help but laugh.
When our district's escort makes her way to the stage, my friends and I focus all our attention towards her.
"Hello, my gorgeous friends!" Friend? What a great friend, sending off people to their certain deaths, I think sarcastically.
"Let's get this started!" She hoots into the microphone. "Our lovely female tribute this year is Anya Reemia!
I frown and push my long copper hair out of my blue eyes. I turn around and hug the few friends in the section and walk up to the stage.
I keep my head held high as I walk. There's no need to cry about this. And truly, I'm not scared. Nobody's ever safe in Panem.
Theodore Paolus POV:
Yes, I caught 5 bugs! I assess the rope snare I made in my garden, which I placed in the flower bush. I watch the 5 bugs withering and start laughing.
"Theodore, are you ready for the reaping?" I hear my mother call from the house.
"Yeah." I say, tugging at the large, battered suit which my dad once owned.
Just then, my 3 sister come out to the yard, and run over to me, excited.
"Theodore, whatcha dooooing?" My youngest sister, Natasha asks.
"Nothing." I bark at her.
"Eww, bugs!" My other sister, Yasmmina shrieks. "Theo, what are you doing to the bugs?" She bends down to unset the trap, but I grab her hand before she could do anything stupid.
"Leave. Now." I tell them.
Yasmmina pulls her hand out of my grip, and I see my handprint on it. Must have grabbed it to hard… Oh well, she deserved it.
"Ouch!" She wails. "MOMMY!" She turns around and runs back into the house. One down, two to go.
"No! We want to play with you!" Natasha tells me.
"Ok, I'll play with you later." I lie to them. No way would I play with them.
"Mm, k." Justine, my other sister says, before running back inside.
"Idiots." I mutter under my breath.
I use the side entrance to escape from my house, and walk down to the richer parts of the district. I set up heaps of traps here, mostly because they have more plants in their yards then anywhere else.
I check my first few traps and find disappointment, only 4 bugs in total. I start walking towards the local bakery and when I make it, I check around the dumpster. I count the number of beetles caught. I count 12, a huge smile spreading onto my face. My best catch so far.
"What are you doing here?" The owner of the shop calls.
I sniff, a habit I apparently inherited from my dad. "I'm sorry. I lost my m-m-mum's r-ring!" I start sobbing, to make a more realistic performance.
"It's ok, we'll find it!" The baker tells me, patting my shoulder. "What did it look like, sweety?" She asks, a small frown forming on her face.
"It was gold, a gold band!" I wail.
"Ok, let me see if my daughters have found any rings. Stay here."
She walks back into the store, and decide whether I should run or stay. I decide to stay, figuring that I have nothing to lose.
"We found it! Is this it?" The lady calls, holding gold ring.
"Yes, thanks!" I tell her, before yanking it out of her hands. "I've got to go now. C'ya." I tell her.
On the way back to the square, I see a lady yanking her daughter by the collar.
"How could you lose my ring! Do you know how much that costed? Never take my things without
asking me!" She yelled at her daughter. "When did you lose it?"
"When you sent me to get the bread…" The girl whispers, scared.
"If we don't find it, you better be running for the hills!" The mother threatens.
I looked down back at the ring I got from the bakery. I know it's her ring. Should I give it to her?
Nah, I wont. To bad, she lost it. Finders keepers, losers weepers.
I hear a loud crowd of people and look up. I've made it to the square. I stand with the 12 year olds, waiting for our escort to walk up on stage.
The other boys talk nervously to one another, trying to act brave. I don't have anyone to talk to, but I don't care. I'd much rather spend my time catching bugs, then waste my time hanging out with people. The only way to survive in Panem is to stay away from everybody.
When the escort comes on to the stage, I must admit, she's looking very stylish. She looks cockroach looking, and I like that.
"Hello, my gorgeous friends!" Her voice is terribly high, I think.
"Let's get this started!" She hoots into the microphone, her buggy eyes shining with excitement.
"Our lovely female tribute this year is Anya Reemia!
I see a thin, pale girl make her way to the stage. Her copper hair flowed behind her as she walked.
"Beautiful!" The escort replied. Anya looked like she wanted to punch her square in the face.
"Now, for our lucky male," She walks towards the boys bowel and pulls out the first slip she touches. "Theodore Paolus!"
I start sniffing, feeling everyone's eyes on me, a mere 12 year old. I don't look like much, so I can't act tough. I'm going to have to resort to crying, I think. I start bawling my eyes out, and walk to the stage. It's more believable, seeing as I'm already scared
When I reach it, I see our escort frowning, and when I look out to the crowd, I see all the females shaking their heads, frowning and some even tearing up. Good, sponsors, I think. I won't be able to win without them.
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Who is Katniss' stylist and who's in her prep team?
