Someone in my family just had surgery so I haven't been writing lately! (Combined with my writers block :P )
:'( Sorry, please review to tell me if this chapter is good, or if over the past week I have lost my writing ability Wait- Oh no! Another guy POV!
District Four, Billa Scarlet:
I position my body correctly, focus my eyes on the shifting floors before me and take a huge amount of air into my lungs. I lunge forward, feeling that familiar surge of warmth in my chest as my body breaks the water's surface. The feeling of the cold waves beating against my tensed muscles somehow relaxed me. It always does. It always will.
Everyone in district 4, ranging from the poor to the highly ranked, have something inside them. It's smaller in some, larger in others. It is a kind of like our spirit is connected to the water, if that makes sense. I don't know if the other districts feel this about their main icon, since water is more animate than other things. Water seems to have feelings; it thrashes in storms and gently sways on a calm day.
I cut through the water effortlessly, keeping in time with the beat of the waves. Soon I started to do summersaults in the water, revolving round and round until I'm dizzy. When I finally come up out of the water, my eyes are a bit blurry. I grabbed for my towel and start drying myself. I suddenly shiver as a cold wind passes. I dress in my casual clothes and ruffle my slightly spiky black hair, with the moist towel, in attempt to dry it.
For a while I just sit in the dark, hugging my knees. I can tell, even though I have an obvious tan, my skin is pale from the cold. Suddenly there is a glint of something gold on the far edge of the water. The sun. I watch the wispy dark grey clouds morph into fluffy yellow, pink and orange ones with just a hint of purple on the edges, as the golden ball rises through the changing sky.
Right as the suns edge leaves the water, I hear my name. "Billa"
I whip around, just after I jump a mile. I see my twin brother, Tomi, smirking at me. I quickly feel foolish that my eyes, which are honey coloured in this soft morning light, are wide open, that my mouth is slightly ajar and that my body is in a defensive position.
"Wow, you would be a great asset to the Hunger Games" He laughs, looking at my position. My embarrassment soon turns to anger.
"Yeah, actually I was thinking of volunteering this year" I retort shoving Tomi, causing him to stumble backwards. Now it's my turn to laugh. He scowls as he regains his balance. Then he shoves me back, chuckling.
"So, my little brother, what are you doing here?" He says. Tomi likes to think of me as his 'little brother' since I was born 14 minutes after him. Well, he is kind of like a big bro to me but not because of that reason. It's because I'm, well, self conscious, so he is a bit over protective of me. But sometimes Tomi is good like that.
"Well I was enjoying the beautiful sunrise before you so rudely interrupted me, twin brother." I reply. He gives me his famous lopsided grin. Even though we are identical twins, we couldn't be more different. Tomi is sure of himself, NEVER cries and he is very popular. I, on the other hand, am cautious, cry if hurt inside and would rather hang out with nice, not too rough people. And of course all twins have some physical differences. My brothers hair is dark brown, where as mine is black, his eyes are darker than mine and the easiest difference to detect is probably the star shaped birthmark on my hip. But you can only really see than when Im in my bathers.
"We better get home before mum freaks out" Tomi says. As we walk along he periodically runs his hand through his spiky dark hair. Tomi thinks this makes all the chicks go haywire. I roll my eyes. When we finally get home, mom is frantic.
"Where have you two been?" exclaims mom. "I was so worried!"
"Mom, we just went swimming" I say, but I quickly regret those words.
"At this time? You could catch a cold... My little boys" she wails catching us in a tight embrace before we can run. "Now go to the table for some nice healthy breakfast!"
We obediently head for the table. I am totally famished from that morning swim, so I am happy when I see District four's salty bread on the table topped with shell fish. A typical breakfast here.
"Dig in!" My mom says, after we are fully washed.
"Hey Billa! C'mon!" shouts Tomi. I shake my head.
"No, go ahead. I don't think this outfit is Reaping material" I say, gesturing to my tightish Carolina blue T shirt and white and blue striped 3 quarter length pants.
Tomi shrugs, "Suit yourself. Seeya" He gives a small wave with his first two fingers and his off. He, along with his friends, decided to go to town before the rapidly approaching reaping. I really don fancy his friends.
I go to my room, to get ready. I slip on some plain dark brown jeans and a chocolate and white check coloured flannel shirt that brings out my eyes. I roll the sleeves up to my elbows and I am ready. This is a really typical outfit of mine; I don't really like the idea of getting so dressed up for the reaping. I would rather get it over and done with. What's worse is that we have to celebrate the reaping, because it leads to the Hunger Games. Im not a career tribute, as the other districts call us. Half of my brother's friends are.
While Im waiting to leave, I eat a small bite sized piece of chocolate from my stash. I have a huge sweet tooth and we hardly ever have chocolate, I guess the reaping is a good excuse.
"Billa? It's time to leave" Mom calls from the doorway. Before I leave, I slip a small smooth blue stone with little brown streaks trailing all over it, into my pocket. For comfort.
Twenty minutes later I am in front of the Justice building.
"Darling, I love you. Bye Bye" my mum farewells.
"Bye" I reply smiling warmly. I walk to the area roped off for 16 year old males. I jam my hands into my pockets. After the initial chaos a woman with blue green hair, which I guess is for our district's 'colour', comes to the stage.
"Girlies first" she says, like she does every year. I can hear the girls in the audience murmur unhappily as she places her hand in the ball. "Carol Spier!"
A girl who can't have been more than 14 came to the stage. She has long, straight dark copper hair that comes to her hips and she has bronze skin. Her lips are visibly trembling as she stands on the stage.
"I volunteer" exclaims an attractive girl in my year that happens to be my brother's lifelong crush. She has long blonde hair that falls down her back in a shower of ringlets, held back with a turquoise barrette clip. She is wearing a body hugging turquoise flowy dress and strappy high heels.
"I'm Thalassa Lake" she tells the woman, who responds with a huge smile.
"Now the boys!" she places her hand in the bowl and pulls out...
I grasp the stone and rub the smooth surface of it. "Billa Scarlet" I exhale and walk to the stage. I guess it had to be someone... I wave to my mom (who looks like she is on the verge of having hysterics) and Tomi.
I shake hands with Thalassa.
"Give it up for district fours tributes!" The capitol woman says. The audience gives one clap and that's it.
We are told to go to the train station straight away. Thalassa is positively beaming and I'm not sure what my expression looks like. I just hope its okay for the cameras...
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