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Jacinda Evening Lark's POV
"Are you even listening to me, Larkspur?" My best-friend Lorena asks watching my brown eyes.
"Yup," I lie.
'Then what did I just say?" She asks me.
"Are you even listening to me, Larkspur?" I mimic. A small laugh is heard from across the room and I shoot Hayley a look.
"What?" She asks trying to hide her laughter. Brayden looks up from his book watching me brush my jet-black hair. I give him a small smile, the butterflies in my stomach running a marathon.
"I should go…" Brayden says talking to Hayley. "I'll meet you guys at the reaping," He says waving goodbye as he heads out the door.
"You know what I'll go to.." Hayley says after awhile. Lorena and I just shrug and return to our activities. I slip in to my satin black dress and tie a satin bow in my black hair.
"Ready," I say balancing on my toes standing before Lorena, who is clad in a lavender simple dress. She gives me a reassuring smile and then slips her arm through mine.
"Let's,"
We meet Brayden and Hayley just outside of the fence.
"Fix your hair," I demand pointing to Hayley's hair. Lorena swipes her head fixing the misplaces lock of hair.
"It wasn't that bad.." Lorena says smiling nicely at Hayley. Brayden trains his blue eyes on my brown and I don't look away distracted by there prettiness.
"Hey," Lorena says dragging to our area.
"Goodluck!" I shout to Brayden over my shoulder and can't help hearing his quiet answer.
"You to, Jacinda," He whispers watching me walk away. Does he like my dress? I wonder then laugh at myself for thinking about that here and specifically now. He could be torn away from me, with two simple words from this years escort.
Jager Ross, District 5's escort stumbles on to the stage. Her short blonde hair is normal until you see the blue streaks. She is dressed normaly, thank gosh, I say.
My tattoos really stick out against my dark skin in the sunlight. Three magpies. One on my right arm and two on my left. In small, neat letters is written, "One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl," I sigh tracing the letters with the tips of my finger-nails.
"Jacinda Evening Lark!" Jager calls out. I stand stock-still, my mouth hanging open. I feel a slight tug on my wrist as Lorena seizes my upper arms and pulls me forward.
"RUN," She whispers creating a catastrophe. I think we will make it, If we can just make it around the corner and out of the square. I know Lorena is thinking the same thing, by the look of her. A loud bang ricochets around the square, sending people scattering. Lorena falls to the ground beside me. "Keep going," She shouts. I ignore her like always and do as I am not told.
"I'm staying here…" I say placing a hand under her head.
The peacekeepers seize my arms and pull me up, shovine me onto the paved stage.
Jacobsan Manson's POV
"Are you going to meet the gang?" My mom asks looking genuinely interested. I shrug handing my 5-year-old sister a small stuffed animal that she had dropped.
"I'm just not sure they want to go in as much as I do," He says.
"If you want to go in so much why don't you just volunteer," My mother asks.
"Because, that would technically be suicide, and you know how against that I am," I say trying to be convincing. She nods and randomly leaves the room saying something even more random.
"Hey Dia," I say to my little sister once my mother leaves the room.
"Hi," She says not looking up from her coloring book.
"Are you excited for today?" I ask.
"What is there to be excited about?" She asks being her normal self.
"Well….How about the hunger games?" I ask.
"How is that exciting? It's like really gruesome," She says trying out her new vocabulary words. I grin then run a hand through her red hair.
"I'm gonna go meet my friends," I say.
"Your friends, or Joyce?" She asks a smile playing at her mouth.
"Be quiet," I snap playfully, leaving the house without looking back.
"Hi Brad!" I say meeting up with my best friend. He is nothing like me but we are friends anyway. I grin at him remembering how we became friends. I had broken my leg and he helped me home, talking about the weather on the way back to my house. I grin stupidly when I see my girlfriend Joyce come into sight. "Catch you in a minute," I say. Turning to Joyce, I lightly kiss her lips smiling kindly as we pull apart for air.
The sky clears bringing a small cheer from the peace keepers. No fun with a gloomy reaping. I enjoy the begin of the reaping, watching the small girl get shot and all. The girl who got reaped's friend is most likely a psychopath or something.
"Jacobsan Manson," Someone yells bringing me back from my dreams. A smile crosses my face as I saunter to the stage lightly padding onto the giant stage and settling down next to Jacinda. "Shake hands,"
I immediately stretch my hand out to shake hers but something holds her back. She stands still, eyes focused elsewhere.
"I said shake hands," Jager says clearing her throat.
"No," Jacinda says, fire in her brown eyes. I smile at her.
"Shake my damn hand or I'll make sure you're the first one I kill in that damn arena," I hiss at her. She nods and takes my hands, squeezing as she gulps. Grinning widely at her I don't let my Hazel eyes leave her brown as we are led away.
Trivia Question
What type of arena would you like to have?