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Aubra Macintosh D9 Female:
"Here comes the vain girl! She wants everyone to bow down to her, the narcissistic brat!" Mila hisses into my ear. I bite my lip, trying to ignore her, and sit down at the dining table, and father looks up from his copy of the local paper.
"Ah, Aubra! Sleep well?" I nod my head and take my seat at the table, with Mila glaring at my back. How could I sleep well? It is reaping day, unless he miraculously forgot. Though that would have to be impossible.
"Now, I see you're worrying, Aubra. Don't worry, you didn't take any tesserae. You're safe as can be!" he says cheerily, and I nod my head, wearily. No one is really safe from this. No matter how little or no tesserae they take. Except the people too young or old to be reaped, of course.
"Mila, can you pass the porridge?" asks my mother, and Mila reaches over to get it.
"Would her highness adore some porridge?" Mila whispers to me as she hands it over the table to my mother. I look at my parents, to see if they notice Mila's snarling face, but they're busy discussing the grain factories they own with each other.
So I'm stuck with just trying to ignore her.
"Huh? Aubra, the unworthy imp, is too high above me to respond?" She digs her nails into my wrist, and I flinch slightly, but still ignore her. "Well," she says, breathing into my ear. "You'll never be above me," and she drags her nails across my arm, making a thin red line and causing my skin to turn white around it.
I pull my arm away and start eating my breakfast cake. It's a rarity here, but we can afford it. It's like bread, but it tastes like cake, and it tastes like banana and has sliced almonds in it, and it's about the best thing I have ever tasted. Except that hot chocolate we had one winter beat it out 100 to 1.
"You're just so quiet. So shy because you find no one worthy for you to talk to. And stupid, and ignorant, and.." and she goes on, whispering insults into my ear, and I tune her out best I can, catching a couple words like 'egotistic' and 'inconsiderate' and 'bone-headed.'
And meanwhile I munch on my bread, my parents don't notice anything, and the estate we live in is just there, a place, too big for just the four of us, even if we do have many people living here working for us. One bite, two bites, three bites, four bites, five bites, I count my bites of the cake until it's all gone, and Mila's words reach my brain again, getting worse and worse with each insult.
"Mila, Aubra, you better get ready, Sullivan will be ready with the car in a bit, and the reaping will start soon. Go, hurry along!" my parents say as they shoo us out of the room.
One we get into the long marble hallways Mila starts speaking to me again.
"You better be worried. You're gonna get reaped, I just know it. Now, scurry along, you pampered b****," she says as she runs down the hallway, backwards, so she can see my reaction, and then up the stairs to her room, her short legs moving back and forth, her skin and fat bouncing, her bright red pimple dots sticking out on her nose, and her malicious dark brown eyes looking at me evilly. Her knotted bright orange hair falls down her back and sways with each step she takes. Finally I hear her bedroom door slam upstairs and I go up the stairs myself.
Come on, she wouldn't know that I'm going to be reaped! She's just saying that to scare me. But still, it sinks in deep. It deepens the big pit in my heart she's created.
I inspect the long scratch she made on my arm, and it looks like it will form a scar. It will just join my other scars. Or my big bruise on my leg, from when she hit me.
"Mila, Aubra, the attics looking dusty. Can you sweep up there?"
"Sure, mother!" Mila says in a sickly sweet fake voice, and she drags me up the stairs, tightly gripping my hand and holding her broom in the other. My broom is in my free hand, and I drag it behind me, and it sprays up dust on the stairs.
Once we get upstairs and then into the attic, Mila faces me. "Sweep. There better be not a speck of dust here. I want mother to be proud of me, that I made the attic spotless." So I nod my head, knowing not to defy her, and start sweeping. I guess I wasn't fast enough.
Her broom comes down on my knee, making me buckle over and drop my own broom. Her broom cracks down a couple more times, and with each I gasp with pain.
Finally I'm able to dodge one of the attacks, and she hits a old family heirloom, a statue of the bust of an ancient ancestor, made of rare stone that sparkles sliver. It crashes to the floor and soon becomes a thousand little sparkling pieces, some getting stuck in my arm.
"What was that?" my mother calls, sticking her head up the attic door.
Mila drops her broom, puts on a distraught fake face, and answers, "Aubra knocked over the statue of Violetta Macintosh!" And mother gasped, and noticed me right on the floor beside the shattered bust of Violetta Macintosh.
I shiver at the memory and close my eyes to block it out. Come on, just get dressed.
I dress in a deep purple velvet knee-length dress that fits me perfectly, and then I comb my fiery red hair over my eyes. My hair has always been.. strange. Not only is it an intense red, it has dark purple streaks in it. Completely natural, and no one in my family has it. And then my eyes. My royal blue majestic eyes. I don't like showing off what I look like. It'll just make Mila hate me more. And torture me more. So I cover them up. Even my dress has sleeves that cover my slender arms. The sleeves are silky and royal blue, and they match my eyes, which bothers me, but the dress is just so pretty it would be a waste to let it sit there in my drawer.
I assume it's time to go, and I head down the stairs to the front door, and down the driveway, stumbling along and slipping on a pair of black sandals with small heels.
Mila is wearing a short orange dress that frills out out the bottom, and has silver sparkles all over, and silver tall high-heels. She snarls at me and I quickly look away.
"Hi, Sullivan," I say to our chauffeur, Sullivan. He smiles to me and we all pile in. Too soon where are at the square and Sullivan parks on the curb. I'm the last to get out, and before I go, Sullivan stops me.
"Good luck, Aubra," he says, and I smile gratefully. "Your friend is coming down the street," he says, and my head snaps to the side, where I see Nico running towards me.
"Nico!" I say, hugging him.
"Aubra, good luck. I know you don't have a big chance of getting reaped, but good luck," he says quickly, but I stop him.
"Nico. I'm worried about you," I say quietly, not wanting to make him worry more, but still expressing it. "You took out so much tesserae for your family-"
"I'll be fine, Aubra. Come on, we have to go to the square." I nod my head reluctantly and we make our way to the Registration Tables, hugging each other one last time before we have to go our separate ways. After I get pricked I go to my section, the 17-year-old female section, and all the guys from school wave at me excitedly from their sections. I shyly smile back, and endure guys I've never seen before compliment me, when finally the District Escort steps up.
She's seems less... extravagant. Less than the old one, at least. The old one is now a host for some Capitol T.V. show. More subdued, this women, even if she does have a dress the color of honey that's long and ruffled, and hair piled on her head that is a deep olive green. Her skin looks normal, her eyes look a normal light blue, her teeth look normal, even if they are super white, and her nails look normal, they just have a coat of bright yellow paint on them. Probably why she's our district escort, they don't want to give a horrible district a good escort, or at least a good escort in their views.
"Hello, District 9!" she says, but she doesn't sound all that excited. Probably upset that this is the District she was assigned, when there were other better open spots, that opened up this year. "I'm pleased to announce that I will be the new District 9 Escort! My name is Dolly Agnes, for those of you who didn't know. But I am even more pleased to tell you that the 300th Hunger Games is about to begin. Get ready, get set," she says, in an irritated high-pitched voice, slow-motion pulling a slip of paper out of the girls bowl. "The girl tribute is Aubra Macintosh!"
I turn ice cold and my head starts spinning. I faintly hear Dolly calling out for 'Aubra Macintosh' again, but I feel pins and needles and a rush of cold going up my spine and I feel light-headed. I feel hands on my back from behind me as the sky becomes farther away and I assume I'm falling down. They push me back up and I dread what I have to face. I miserably look at the stage, and as I walk closer to it Dolly's smile gets wider, and my frown gets deeper. My tears are hidden under my bangs which I had brushed over my eyes, and I wait, mournfully, to see who will join me in my fate.
"And the male tribute is..." Dolly says, considerably brighter now. "Miller Garner!" After a few seconds, a short, pimpled, pudgy boy with matted light brown hair and dark brown eyes, who greatly resembles Mila in appearance, walks to the stage from the 14-year-old male section. He's crying but has an angry look on, and he roughly wipes tears off of his face.
"Shake hands, please," Dolly says, sounding completely bored. His grip is strong and tight, but he's shaking, and, shivering, Dolly leads us into the Justice Building after she yells, "You're 300th Hunger Games District 9 tributes!" My parents were wrong. Mila will probably never torture me again. If I lose or win. But she was right. And Nico.. well, I don't think I'll live to see his smile ever again. His comforting words, or friendly advice, or anything. My last glimpse of them will be at the goodbyes. Maybe I'll make it out alive. Or maybe I won't. I hate this. I can't find a way out of it.
Miller Garner D9 Male:
"Bye Miller!" my mother, May, says as I walk towards the peacekeepers pricking.
"Good luck!" my father, Patrick, says.
"Bye!" I say back, walking happily to the peacekeeper. Yes, today is a horrible day. But, the least I can do is stay as positive as possible. After I'm pricked I walk to the 14-year-old male section, and meet up with Parry Dune, my best friend.
"Hey, Mill-boy," he says, and I smile brightly at him.
"Hey, Dune-boy. How ma-"
"Hello, District 9!" the District Escort, Dolly, says, interrupting us. Well, I did come a bit late, this is expected that they would already be at that point. Parry stares at her, a little scared, and I just try to look optimistic for his sake.
"I'm pleased to announce that I will be the new District 9 Escort! My name is Dolly Agnes, for those of you who didn't know. But I am even more pleased to tell you that the 300th Hunger Games is about to begin. Get ready, get set," she says, picking out a girl name. "The girl tribute is Aubra Macintosh!"
I girl goes up to the stage, and the first thing I notice about her, being me, is her sad demeanor. Then I notice her fiery red hair with dark purple streaks, her face beyond beautiful, with no imperfections, except a lone tear sliding down it, and her deep majestic blue eyes showing through the strands of hair covering them. Then I recognize that she's that daughter of the rich family, the ones that own one of the largest grain industries. They have a massive grand estate, and a car, and so many workers working just for them. I feel bad for her, I don't know if she could make it in the games. I don't know her personally, but rich people aren't really made out for surviving in the woods, and fighting to death, I mean, take the Capitol as an example. Unless they're from a career district, of course, then they'll enjoy it. Absolutely grotesque.
"And the male tribute is..." Dolly says, happily, and I cross my fingers that it is not me or Parry.
"Miller Garner!" No, no, no! Parry looks at me, scared, and people create a path for me. I'm struck with horrible anger. I'm crying more than that girl, Aubra, and I roughly wipe tears from my cheeks, and have to keep doing it because my eyes are freely flowing waterworks, against my will.
Dolly says something but I can't even hear, but Aubra holds out her hand so I shake it. We're led into the Justice Building, and Dolly says something more, but I'm blanking out. I know I will die. My heart will stop. I will bleed. I don't want to... I don't want to die.