DISTRICT 9 REAPING
When I woke up, I had to say, it was confusing.
I was so excited, wanting to lunge forward to volunteer for the bloody and fiery Hunger Games, to kill everything in my path. On the other hand, I wanted to curl up under the lime green covers and whisk the existence of the bogus Games to it's end.
I considered this, rolling it around in my head, trying to settle down on one fact, when suddenly a voice yelled,
Volunteer for the stupid thing! Get in their and strut your stuff! Grab a knife and tear the throats out of anyone who said otherwise!
I smirked at the thought.
While a soft whisper said,
This is unfair. You know it is. The Capitol shouldn't be doing this to kids, it's terrible. Don't volunteer. Be happy if somebody else is picked.
My smirk softened into a light smile, glad my name was only going in three times, compare that to all the other people in District 9.
I don't like killing, while I'm ready to tear out hearts with a spear. I was afraid to be apart from my loving mother, while I was happy to get away from her mushy lips.
I looked inside myself, searching for an answer. Nothing. I was torn as I always am, even when facing the simplest decisions...like wether or not to dip my waffle in the syrup.
Sometimes trouble faced me like this and I had to think and think before finally decided.
More commonly I would just flip out and do one or the other.
I blinked slowly as the sky lit up with the sun, the stars fading in it's glorious light.
Glorious? Actually, it was blinding and it made me irritated. I squinted in disgust and buried my face in my pillow.
"Thistle!" I heard my mom call. I suddenly felt angry that she was calling for me this early in the morning. Lay off, bug meat! I thought about saying, and my eyes narrowed. Then they widened slowly into a soft roundish shape and I replied,
"Coming!" I felt cheery and joyful before adding under my breath,
"Can't wait to get away from you..." Then smirked a bit at that.
Honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to get away from her or get closer to her.
I love my mom! Why would I want to get away from her?
I made my way downstairs and she said,
"Good morning, sweetheart."
I smiled at that when she continued,
"Can you please trade the grain we harvested last week? The Twined is just around the corner."
I knew were the Twined was, I've been going and trading there all my life. I rolled my eyes and scoffed before taking the large buckets of grain and set out to the Twined.
The Twined is a pretty recent trading store. It came about when I was about a month old, and believe me, that's recent. Many other things, like the Justice Building and houses are old. Really old.
Why did they call it the Twined? Huh. Some things people may just never know. I never did, probably never will.
Maybe it's because it's a run down jet black building covered in intertwining rose vines, with blooming color bursting from it. Also, everybody there is happy and friendly. It's pretty worn, but inside it's clean. It's made from traded lumber from District 7, which is really outside is as clean as the inside, but it's a bit twisted because the entire thing is crooked.
The base goes up, but if you trace the edges, your finger will spasm about three feet up and jerk to the side for a while before twisting inwards a few feet deep (which leaves a strange dent in the side of it) then up again until it reaches the top, were it twists oddly to form a cone shaped roof.
I entered the Twined feeling bubbly, so I greeted them kindly with a large smile and talked sweetly when I traded.
"Bread, butter, roll, fruit, corn." I counted the small goods I traded for the grain. Once I entered the house, I smiled at the sight of a delicious breakfast of eggs and rare apples.
I ate quickly, devouring the sweet apples and demolishing the eggs faster than I ever had, some instinct telling me it was for powering up for battle.
I shook the thought away when I ran upstairs to get dressed into a white dress and white shoes. I brushed my blonde hair back and fixed it in a small bun before sprinting out to my bathroom to brush my teeth. My pale face glittered as I splashed a bit of hot water onto it. I found myself smiling at my bright blue eyes before I turned and dashed down the stairs and out to the square.
"Ladies first!" A creepy lady with random crazy makeup screamed as she fished out a name. I shuddered as she read,
"Milo Urai!" Her voice was so loud. My chest heaved into spasms, when I suddenly realized that Milo was my best friend. I haven't seen Milo all day! It scared me to know that she was going into this...
Or was she?
What would happen? Would I die? Would I live?
Volunteer! Get a chance to rip some guts!
Volunteer, you can't let Milo die! Do it for your best friend.
The voices ran through me, but they both brought the same message. I screeched at the top of my lungs instinctively,
"I VOLUNTEER!"
