D5 Reapings
Electrica "Lecky" Face, age 12
District 5 Female
I open my eyes to golden sunlight streaming into the refrigerator box my big sister, Fox Face, and I share as a house. Even though we're sleeping in the streets, we're warm and happy. I wake up perfect, without the need to wash up, and it's not like we have a sink to wash up in anyways (thank goodness for my eternally sparkling eyes and clear skin).
My Magical Book is nestled safely between Fox and I, and I pick it up and flip it open, careful not to disturb Fox. The Magical Book always has everything I ever need in it, and I wonder what it's going to show to me today.
I'm greeted with a mirror-like surface I can admire myself in. Ah, the Magical Book has done it again because I love myself and my perfect appearance. I have long, perfect red hair that I wear as a ratty ponytail down my back because even though I have all the answers I'm still super poor and I can't afford water to wash my hair. My eyes are a perfect shade of green, and my pale skin is perfectly pimpleless. My face is dirty and I'm wearing gross rags because I'm so poor, but my breasts are perky and I'm still perfect. Overall, I'm perfect. I know I am. I've never even swore.
"There you are, Lecky," a voice growls from behind me. I whip around, and my eyes widen when I see Literally Hitler, my dad. Fox and I ran away from him years ago but he still somehow manages to show up from time to time. He's wearing red devil horns and eating a kitten for breakfast.
Fox's eyes fly open as she positions herself between Daddy and me. "You aren't going to hurt us like you hurt Mom, Lit-Hit," she says protectively.
As I think about how Daddy killed Mommy for being bisexual, the birthmark on my left cheek changes color, from purple for happy to blue for sad. My birthmark, which changes color according to my mood, is the only thing about my appearance I don't like. It's a little harder to be perfect when people can always tell how I'm feeling.
It's also harder to be perfect when you're abused.
Daddy slaps each of us hard across the cheek, and then storms off, kicking a nearby puppy for fun.
"I'm just a racist, homophobic, transphobic, bigoted, meanie," he crows as he leaves us tending to each other in our box.
Power Tripp, age 14
District 5 Male
"Oh hey, it's time for my POV!" I exclaim happily, smiling at you. "Hi readers! I hope you're enjoying this parody story I'm in."
"What are you talking about?" the boy next to me says with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I'm just talking to the readers," I say to the boy. "Don't you know that we're all part of a parody SYOT? And I'm getting a POV now! Isn't that cool?"
The boy gives me a weird look, which I'm used to by now. "Well, the Reaping is about to start," he says slowly.
Oh, right, the Reaping! I nod and switch to an internal monologue because I know that you can read my thoughts this way too. And I gotta narrate the Reaping so you can know what's going on around me!
I watch as our nice and smart mentors, Mayaku Light and Zappy Sparks, watch our escort respectfully. Our escort, Chrome Safari, walks to the center of the stage, looking at something on their phone, as usual.
"District 5, according to Google, Stan Lee died today," Chrome says sadly, pocketing their phone. "A moment of silence for him, please."
I have no idea who Stan Lee is, and neither do the rest of the District, but we're all silent anyways. Hey reader, do you know who Stan Lee is? Feel free to answer through the reviews. That's right, I can read the reviews of this story I'm in. I hope I can make it to the top sixteen too, Golden Moon Huntress!
Wait, does this mean I'm going to be Reaped? Oh no.
"Electrica Face!"
I'm shaken out of my thoughts as a pretty twelve-year-old girl with stringy hair, a dirty face, and ratty clothes walks stoically up to the stage. Hmm, it seems that everyone is stoic these days.
Chrome introduces Electrica, and I'm not going to bore you with the details because we have to stay under the word count here. Our escort moves over to the boys' bowl and picks out a name.
"District 5, your male tribute is Power Tripp!"
Oh no, that's me. Hey readers, can you help me get out of this situation?
I cry. As Peacekeepers approach me I try to run away, but they drag me to the stage.
This may be a parody SYOT, but I know that there's still a chance that I'll die in the 74th Hangry Gamez.
I cry because I'm gonna die.
Electrica "Lecky" Face, age 12
District 5 Female
"Dim!" I exclaim happily as my boyfriend, Dim Mind, comes into the Goodbye Room. He's looking stupid as usual but I love him anyways. I kiss him, bringing my kiss total up to forty-seven. That's right, I've kissed Dim Mind forty-seven times. I'm a really good kisser, too.
"I hope you'll be okay, Lecky," Dim says. "Are you scared of the Gamez?"
"Yes, but don't worry, I know I'll be fine," I say, patting Dim on the head. "I was smart to walk up to the stage stoically instead of showing my fear, so I wouldn't be marked as a weak target. And I have my Magical Book which will show me anything I need." I open the book and smile. "See? Here it says that I should ally with the District 10 Female. And the Magical Book has never been wrong before so I'm pretty sure I'll win."
"I'm pretty sure you'll win, too!" Dim says happily. "I love you, Lecky. You're the smartest, most beautiful, most perfect Mary Sue in the entire universe."
"Aw, thanks Dim," I say, hugging my dumb boyfriend. "Run along now, I'm going to read my Magical Book."
"Okay," Dim says, grinning stupidly before leaving the room.
Before I can read my book, however, Daddy comes in, along with every puppy he's ever kicked. He hits me, and then leaves. My birthmark changes to blue again.
I miss my sister, but Fox already visited me, before Dim. But I'm sure I'll see her again. After all, with my perfectness and my Magical Book, there's no way I can't win the Hangry Gamez.
Power Tripp, age 14
District 5 Male
"Oh Power I'll miss you so much!" Mom wails, hugging me tightly. "I know I never wanted a son but I'm miserable all the time and I'm still miserable that you're gonna die."
"Don't worry, my dear Zappericaniellicarette," Dad says, smiling. "I'm positive that Power is going to come home."
My parents continue their Goodbyes with me. I find myself zoning out and monologuing to you, the readers. After all, we only have so many words. Goodbyes are all the same in these stories anyways with everyone hugging and crying, so I might as well spare you the details.
My friends come in after my parents leave. Cory Yentè is worried about me as usual, even as she gives me my token, a dark purple blanket. My girlfriend, Dian Lee, is sad and miserable.
"It's a conspiracy!" Cory says, looking around worriedly. "Power, really try to win, okay? The fact that you were Reaped means that they know you know things and want to eliminate you."
"I don't want to die," I sob. "Are they mad that I know I'm in a parody SYOT?"
"Maybe," Cory says sadly. "Just try to win, okay? Learn as much as you can during Training."
"I hope you die so I can be with Elic again," Dian says.
"Well, ouch," Cory and I say in unison. Dian's ex-boyfriend, Elic Trisitee, comes in and punches me in the face for stealing Dian from him.
"Well, ouch," Cory and I say in unison as Dian and Elic start making out in front of us. I'm not too sad about that though. Sure, I'm scared of the Gamez, but I have you, the readers, to cheer me up, and maybe even save my life! Hey, are any of you single?
A/N: R.I.P. Stan Lee.
Many thanks to mystical pine forest for Lecky, thanks to Platrium for Power, and thank you NyanToDaMax145 for Chrome, Mayaku, and Zappy! If I wrote your character, please let me know how I did with them!
Chapter Question: What do you think of Lecky and Power?
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