Jason Fernim
Falling off my bed, my hands collide with the hardwood floor awaiting me. I feel physical pain, but nothing extraordinary about it. Extraordinary. Hmm, extra-ordinary is more like it. I never find anything to be out of the ordinary. Everything is so dull. It's never black or white; it's just a bunch of shades of gray. Sure, these shades are different, but they're all still grey right? Exactly.
I stand up to find myself looking directly at my calendar. Another monotonous day today. Oh wait, what is this? It's Reaping day. I smile a bit thinking about the actual spice about to be put into my life. I believe I'm the only one in my district who actually enjoys watching the games. Sadistic. I know. I've heard it all before.
I hastily eat my breakfast, and then I walk to the square with my parents accompanying me. I meet up with my friends, Argos and Leia, at the square, and we banter a bit about ideas of the games. Leia is a pacifist and completely against the idea. Same with Argos. They always mock my stance on the subject, because I believe that Games are fun to watch and are an intelligent invention. I don't care though what they think. I don't care about what my parents think. I don't care about what anyone in this district thinks. I plain don't care.
When I was little, my parents tried their hardest to please me. Everyone wanted to be my friend because I was apparently mysterious and seemingly irreproachable, which just attracted their curiosity to pursue a social relationship. I was popular without the desire to be, but with the popularity came a few close friends, that I sincerely enjoy wasting my time with, such as Leia and Argos. They both live on the same street as me, Leia living two buildings down to the right, and Argos living three buildings to the left. We reside in the middle class section of the district. We always have enough food, education, shelter, clothing, and all the other necessities. We just can't luxuriate ourselves with trips to the Capitol and buying diamonds, but I don't care about those things. I don't even care about the necessities to be frank.
Berry Barbara, our district's escort, leaps up in keenness once the mayor has concluded his speech. I laugh at the stupid pink wig our escort is using. I mean, how does she find this fashionable? It's ridiculous. I actually let out a giggle of laughter. Just a giggle though. No one can know that I can actually express emotions of laughter. They can't know I can express emotion in general. Everyone thinks I'm apathetic, and truly, I am. Nothing interests me. Ever, except for now.
"Jason Fernim." Oh, I must've missed the girl's name while I was thinking. I don't recognize the name. I recognize my mother's shriek that follows the announcement of the name. Wait, if my mother shrieked, then that means…no, it can't be. Not me. Please let the name not be mine. "Jason Fernim," Berry Barbara repeats. This time I recognize the name. It's mine. I'm entering the games. For the first time in my life, I actually feel something. I feel despair not indifference. I feel emotions. Since I'm already experiencing firsts, I experience one more. I cry. Not regular crying, but waterworks out of pure fright. I can't hold it in. I let it all out. On camera. For everyone to see. I have been marked as a weakling.