Feather Mears POV, District 10
"Would you like fourths?" I ask a drunk man.
"Sure hurry up!" He yells at me then slaps down some money.
I take the money and slip it into the box my adopted father, Antony Ghastly, put in the kitchen. Its a friday night so men stressed from work come to the Clawfire inn and bar my father owns.
"Sharrel can you fill up a two and a get a large bucket of fries?" I ask one of the two chefs. She is really nice I feel bad for her because she works for my nasty adopted parents. She has a shinning heart and I think she would do anything for me but she is afraid of Blaze, my adopted mother.
"Sure thing!" She says then slides a huge jar full of some kind of liquor. I run it out to the man who is now laughing with some other guys.
Theres Anthony. Of course he would be in the middle of the drunk guys stealing stuff. He abuses me and hates me. I hope some giant guy sees him stealing his wallet or something and beat him like he does me.
I walk to a group of men just comin' in the door and take their orders. The one looks like he's from the capitol with a shinning tux and spiky unnatural orange hair. The other guys look like regular poor ten men. Working in the barn all day six days a week.
I run back to the kitchen and Sharrel is already cookin' a meal so I ask Fadein. He is busy too. I think there might be something between those two but I never think about it. Just cook it yourself. I grab the pan and put in four beef hamburgers. I flip it once it looks pretty done on the one side. I get the buns and stuff ready.
I put it all together and put some fries and onion rings on the side of their plates.
I carry them out into the room and set there plates in front of them. "Here ya go!" I say. I see that they already got there drinks from Sharrel or Fadein.
I run around rushing from table to bar to table ordering and surving men and women all night. Most yell curses and stuff at me but some are nice.
I am taking some dishes to the kitchen for washing but when I turn around Wish, my bully of an adopted sister, trips me and all the dirty plates go flying on Blaze, my unreasonably, mean, adopted mother.
She curses at me then back hands me in the face leaving a humongous red mark on my left cheek. She tells me to go to my room. Wish snickers in the background. I run to my room.
Once in my room I pass out on my bed with ice on my cheek. Im use to it. My adopted family hates me. im just the to work.
My mother, Erika, died at birth of me, so I never knew her. My father, Gustave Mears, gave me a photo of her and him. He use to tell me all the amazing stories about her. I know she was a wonderful women. She is beautiful. She has light blond hair that falls right around her face in the picture. She has bright sparklin' green eyes. I knew my father for seven more years. He has dark hair and light sparkling blue eyes.
I feel bad for my father. He tried to do the best he could for me. He worked extra for me. We moved into a spare junk room in the Clawfire. When I was seven my father got very sick of disease. He ended up dying. I cried for two months and didnt talk for two years. The Ghastlys adopted me and made me work. They hate me.
Its morning and the redness on my cheek has gone down. It usual does. I am sad about the reapings but kinda happy because its a day off from work.
I run my fingers through my thin matted messy dirty blond hair and sing a song. I dont own a brush or a mirror or barley anything.
I love singing. Its so pleasant, sweet, and nice. I am a wonderful singer but I would never be able to sing anywhere because of Blaze.
I picked out a ragged olive dress. I slid it over my body and put a brown shawl over it. I only own my work shoes so I go bare foot-hoping its warm.
Its kinda chilly waiting it the 15 year olds section. I wait for our escort to walk on stage.
Artemis Miller, the tall, blond, giggly escort! She is always giggling! Last year she actually felt like she should match out district so instead of the blues and greens- she normal wears-she had on all cow leather! I bet she is going to wear something again this year. Well she is tall and thin. Her whole body is thin. She has blond hair strait down. Her hair usually has just a little twist in it like last year she has a leather headband.
This year Artemis has like a zebra, I think, print dress. She has a brown leather jacket over her shoulders. She has cow print tights. In her strait blond hair she has a flower the color of some the horses you see grazing. Of course she has her smile. She doesn't really like the games, she feels sorry for the kids she reaps, but her personality lets her have a smile.
Carter Brans, D10 male, 13 yrs old
This is the place. The place where she died.
I turn and walk away from the spot, ignoring the memories and scrubbing away the tears.
I've been on the streets as long as I can remember, but she eased the pain of it; made life a bit easier. And then she died. I buried her there, where the rats wouldn't get to her.
From then on, I have decided I hate people. I hate the stupid, shallow things they do, I hate the stupid, shallow things they talk about, and I hate their lack of kindness and love for other humans.
She died of disease, and not one person would help me dig her grave. Not one.
So I decided to be that way, too. If they won't help me, I won't help them.
I catch a glance at myself in a puddle as I pass. My cold, brown eyes look back at me from behind my wavy, black hair. Like I care what I look like anymore. No one else does.
The clock on the clock tower in the main square tells me I have half an hour before the reapings. As I have no clothes except the ones I'm standing in - a pair of stained jeans that are too small for me and a baggy grey T-shirt I stole the other week - I don't exactly need to get ready, so I go stand in the square early.
I like the reapings because I like to see how the unfortunate ones react.
Sometimes it's actually quite funny.
It all starts in just half an hour...
Feather Mears POV, District 10
Artemis places her thin long fingers in the bowl. They carefully pick the unlucky girl. I feel bad this unlucky girl probably will die. District 10 hasn't had a victor in a while. Its sad.
District 10 is probably the poorest District. There are people getting whipped or starving at every corner. Its a sad district. Men getting drink, people like Anthony, stealing money from them. Parents using all there money for alcohol, not food for there starving kids. District 10 has the best alcohol.
"Feather Mears!" Says Artemis sadly. She snapped me out of my thoughts. My head is always in the clouds thinking. Its a habit but I dont care.
I feel like breaking down. Fall to the ground in pieces but I cant. I stan up strait and walk up there slowly trying to stay strong. Im the unlucky girl about to die.
Carter Brans, D10 male, 13 yrs old
Oh that wasn't funny. Well at least I have the boys Reapings to go. This might be funny.
"Carter Brans!" Artemis says. I am the unlucky boy. Now I know why the tributes have cryed. I start sobbing while I walk up there. This is no good not at all.
Authors Note
I am so sorry guys it took FOREVER! I have been really busy and I could reallly get the feel for Carter. A HUGE thanks to RueThisDay for writing Carters first POV. I am sorry guys it took forever. Thank you Angelofmusic4ever for Feather and OceanBreeze13 for Carter and RueThisDay for Artemis. Please reveiw I love all of you reviews, good and bad.
What nickname to Katniss give to the District 5 female and why?
