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Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins
Felicity McCartney's POV
I stand in my section, with other sixteen-year-old's eyeing my thinness. I glare back at them. I may be a sweet girl around town, but when I'm not in town or at home, I can be as cold as ice. "What're you staring at? I can see you, you know. Unless you're too dull to get it." I snap. That was one of my lower comebacks. I usually reduce people to tears.
But I don't agree with violence. It just isn't the right way. Now, I'm not cold to everyone, there are some people I love. Like my horse, Elliot. I go to her whenever life gets too crazy or in my way. I also have my best friend and cousin Melody. I'm afraid of her this reaping. She has one-hundred slips of paper inside the glass orb.
I twist my hands together, perspiration streaming down my face from the hot summer sun. I wish for Melody's safety, and mine, and close my eyes.
Destin James' POV
I stand in my fifteen-year-old section and hear the snappy response coming from the dirty mouth of Felicity McCartney. Sure, she's a really sweet girl with the horses and the kids, and the people, but if she doesn't like you, I'd step away from her. I don't think she likes me. I mean, I talk myself up all the time, act like a Career, and make other people look jealous. I'm definitely one to be hated. But that's what I like, to be hated by from all sorts of people.
I've been an orphan for as long as I can remember, and it's not easy, living in the home. I've been whipped, beaten, emaciated, all sorts of things. But it's only made me stronger. I can fight, I might even win.
I hold my chest out, and close my eyes.
Felicity McCartney's POV
I hear my name and a shove. I turn back and the kids who I insulted are smiling at me. I shout out to them a very embarrassing insult that causes them to blush deeply and tears form. I smile at them.
I come to the stage, shake hands with our escort, Amethyst Glacier, and take my spot. Let the Games begin.
Destin James' POV
I hear her name, and smile on the inside. The sweet girl in town deserves to die because of some of the horrible things that have exited her mouth. I smile, and wish that deep down I could cause her death. I smile at the thought.
Then I hear my name. I don't feel a pang of terror, but a pang of happiness. My wish has come true.
A/N: I hope I captured Felicity right, her description made me feel like she was a cold person who appears sweet. Review please please please!