District 7 Reaping
Hey guys, so I know some people wanna hurry up and get on with interviews and stuffs and all the jazz (I fricken love that song) and would rather I tried to do a couple a day and I do try to. But I am in exam season so it's bloody hard but because you guys give me so many reviews I will try because I really appreciate it. I'm gonna quickly tell you how it's gonna work from now. Well enjoy the District 7 Reaping!
Terro Madrime POV
My alarm goes off and the first thing in my mind is deaf. I get up and prepare; shower; change into my reaping outfit; comb my hair. I don't eat breakfast; I'm out of the grain I got from taking out tesserae. My name will be in the reaping bowl 25 times this year. I consider clearing up but it's not as if I'm leaving anyone behind. I'm an orphan with a brother I lost years ago. I don't live in an orphanage. They'd have to drag me there. I don't like life in my abandoned house. I hate the Capitol for what they did. They had my brother go through the Hunger Games and win, and then you don't let him come back to his family? What's up with that? I leave the house early, since I don't have a family to say my goodbyes to. I head towards my friend Fuma's house. Now I'm not the most romantic guy in the world but I decide to do a cliché and throw stones at her window. It works well, and she comes out straight away.
"Isn't someone trying to be romantic this morning" she giggles.
I laugh too and then someone taps me on the back.
"Hey! Why don't you ever do that for me sweetheart?" says my best friend Malo batting his eyelashes and pouting.
"Oh, hey idiot" I say, giving him a friendly punch.
And my friends are supposed to keep me from going insane. Malo's my best friend and probably the funniest guy you'll ever meet. We've known each other since kindergarten. We're really close but we've only ever argued about one thing- Fuma. When we were in 2nd grade she joined our class but she was a year older since she'd been sick one to many times. She was that quiet girl at the back with shiny black hair who only put her hand up when she had something really smart to say. One day, Malo and my other friend Adri and Nekoni dared me to try and flirt with her with the cheesiest pick up line I had. But instead of telling me to get lost, she laughed and asked if everything I said was that clichéd. That's how we got started, her and me. A few years later we were dating. But what I didn't know, was that Malo had a thing for her too. We ended up getting into a huge fight.
"How could you not know? I wouldn't have got you to try and humiliate yourself if I hadn't wanted her, you dick biscuit!" he said.
"If you were my friend you would have told me you liked her" I yelled back.
Eventually we got over it, but Malo is still awkward when it's just me, him and Fuma. The three of us soon meet up with Adri and Nekoni and head to the reaping. Well here goes nothing.
Amy-Leigh Gizmo POV
"Hey, get out the way Gizmo!" yells Marci Lewis, pushing me out the way.
"It's a free country Marci. Why not walk around me? Or is that too much for your brain cells to cope with?" I ask.
"Oh I would. But I'm scared you'd step on me with your giant feet" she sneers, but I don't stick around to listen to anymore abuse.
I don't give a shit what she thinks. She'll be sorry if she gets reaped and nobody volunteers for her. If she talks about me, I don't have problem but if she starts talking crap about my family, I'll have a problem. My mom died when I was 10. She met father on a trip to District 3. They had holiday romance and when my mom came back she realised she was pregnant with me. She tried to find the District 3 guy (she didn't even know his name) but she couldn't- she had to bring me up on her. Then she got sick. It wasn't even for that long- just a couple of months. One morning I woke up and, she was dead. And for a while, I was alone. But then, I met the Gizmos. They were like my second chance. We got on almost as well as I had with my mom. So they adopted me. I got to move to a much rich part of the District; I had two parents; I had a little sister (even though she is annoying at times). The best thing is, I even look quite a lot like them. My life should be perfect (well other than the bitches at school like Marci Lewis and her gang and I still have homework, more actually because now I have a tutor as well). But it's not. I want to me my dad. I want to know where he went; why my mom couldn't find him. My parents work in as lumberjacks so they left early and it was just me and my little sister, Marie walking to the reaping. She's only in the reaping once and I'm only in there four times- we're lucky enough not to have to take out tesserae.
"Amy, I know if we get reaped we go into the Hunger Games but what could I do? I can't hold an axe like you; you know I can't" she moans.
She's not lying either. I'm one of the better wood chopping girls but Marie is useless. She can't pick it up let alone chop wood with it.
"You know about plants and your sweet. Someone 'll want an alliance with you just like that" I smile.
We get to the reaping just as Talia "Chickie" Morris, the new District 7 escort, takes the stage.
"Welcome, welcome to the 76th Annual Hunger Games. I, Talia Morris am here to be your escort, y'see and may I just say I could not be more honoured" she beams in a sickly sweet voice.
You can see why she gets called Chickie with a beak nose like that. I don't trust her; she looks a bit too sweet. Then "Chickie" does something very strange. She grabs a bunch of reaping papers and takes them up with her to the podium.
"No"
She throws one of the papers to the ground.
"Nopers"
She throws a second one to the ground.
"Nah"
She throws a third paper to ground.
"Ah! Sorry, I couldn't read some of these. Y'all sure do name your kids some strange things. Now the female tribute for District 7 will be… Amy-Lay Gizmo!"
At this point, her weird reaping plan has distracted me so much, the first thing that comes to my mind is that she said my name wrong.
Terro Madrime POV
Amy-"Lay" Gizmo makes her way upstage, a little bewildered but still ok. Talia Morris goes through the funny routine again, picking out a bunch of reaping papers, this time from the boys reaping bowl. Luckily, before she can start throwing the rejects away, a peacekeeper runs up to her and whispers something; I'm assuming the pronunciation of the first soon to have been rejected reaping paper.
"Oh ok! The male tribute for District 7 shale me… Terro Madrime"
I hate peacekeepers.
Amy-Leigh Gizmo POV
My parents and sister come in to say there goodbyes.
"I'm so sorry Amy. M-maybe if we'd been there, you wouldn't have b-been picked" says my mother just before she collapses in tears.
I cry too. Then Marie starts. Finally my father, who hasn't cried in the 5 years I've known him, has tears running down his cheeks. We share a group hug and the peacekeeper escorts my parents and sister out. Well time to go I guess. Or so I think. A boy is pushed through the door.
"Tony?"
"Hi Amy" he says.
Tony was my old neighbour before my mom died. After I was adopted, we just stopped speaking. Even in school, I hung around with the rich kids. But none of them were my friends. Tony was my friend. But it was too late for us now. He hands me a wooden bracelet. I give him a puzzled look.
"Don't you remember? In 3rd grade you made it, but you lost it. I found it a couple of weeks later, but I was too scared to give it back in case you thought I'd stolen it" Tony explains.
"Tony, I would never have done that to you" I say, giving him a hug.
We look at each other for a long time. Suddenly the peacekeeper comes back.
"Young man, it's time for you to leave" he says.
"Yes sir. Goodbye Amy" Tony smiles sadly.
"Goodbye Tony" I reply.
When you're taken away from everything you've ever known you realise all of the chances you missed out on. I know now I'll never get the chance to see Tony again.
Terro Madrime POV
My friends all enter the room together laughing and joking to try and cheer me. I give them a half-hearted smile.
"Good luck bro, you'll do great in there" says Adri.
"Yeah, great in there" repeats Nekoni.
"We managed to pick something up for you to use as a tribute token" says Malo handing me a little piece of wood.
"A piece of wood? They'll have trees in the arena" I laugh but then I look closer.
10 year old Terro had carved T+F in a sappy little heart. Wow, I was pathetic.
"It'll make you think of her" explains Adri, referring to Fuma who's standing quietly behind them.
"Hey guys, maybe we should leave the two love birds alone" Malo jokes.
"Sure. Seeya Terro" says Adri, as if I'll be seeing him at school tomorrow.
"Yeah, seeya Terro" repeats Nekoni.
The three of them leave and then it's just me and Fuma.
"So…" I begin, but before I can say anything she hugs me tight.
"Win for me" she whispers sweetly, before sauntering out.
The door closes behind her. Before I can stop to think, the peacekeeper opens the door to take me to the train to the Capitol. From the corner of my eye, I see a couple making out on the steps. But they aren't just some random couple. It's Malo and Fuma. Fuma sees me looking but keeps kissing Malo. Without doing so much as breathe out I crush the piece of wood with my bare hands and follow the peacekeeper out. I'm winning this. And I'm not winning it for anyone but me.
