Last reaping y'all! Whooo hooo!
(District twelve Anna Lawren's P.O.V)
I wake up with a sigh. My little terrier Pip is licking my face. I gently move him off not in the mood to laugh and play. Why not? Because it's reaping day, shaking my head I clear out the bitter rhyme.
I leap down the stairs hungry and hoping my dad will be awake. I never get to see him these days. He's always working. I mean I understand it perfectly. Mom is sick and he has to work twice as hard to support us and to pay for her medicine but I still miss him.
My heart falls when I get downstairs. The meal looks excellent. It's a wild pheasant and some goat milk. Its way more than I usually get and I know it's for the reapings. That's not what upsets me. What upsets me is the fact that dad's not here.
Glancing around the table I see a small hastily scrawled note. "Anna, I had to finish up some things at work. I promise I'll be home by the reapings. Dad."
I sigh. Of course, even on reaping day my beloved dad doesn't bother to stay home. I'm sure I will see him before the reapings or at least before the goodbyes if I get drawn.
I bite my lip nerves taking over as I'm sure they do for all eligible children in this district, well except for the crazies. I sit down and pick up the pheasant leg in my hands. It literally falls apart in my hands and melts on my tongue. The last time I had pheasant was three years ago on my birthday.
The pheasant is quickly gone and I drown the goat's milk. It's not as rare for us to get but it's still a treat.
Now I have to go get ready. After all I have to at least look presentable in case I get sent to my death. The capitol can't have us looking like scoundrels oh no.
I yawn. I'm still tired even though it's ten o'clock. Pip whines and tugs at my pajama pant leg.
"Oh shoot boy I forgot to feed you!" I laugh and get up. Opening the cabinet under the sink I frown slightly. We're down to two cans of dog food. I have to remind dad to get some.
I take out the one can and open it with a carving knife. I grab one of the wood bowls and pour it in.
I set it down at my feet and Pip chows down. I smile slightly. Now I can go get dressed.
I hurry up the stairs taking them two at a time. I have to hurry if I want to talk to mom before I leave. I skid to a stop at my door and shove it open, rushing inside I open my closet door.
I scan the rows, hmmm something nice, something nice. My eyes stop at a white shirt, black skirt, and a little black jacket. Perfect. Quickly I take off my pajamas and put on the outfit.
I glance in the mirror and wrinkle my nose. My usually straight amber hair is sticking up everywhere covering my pale skin and ocean blue eyes. I scan the dressers for my hair brush.
Where is it? Come on! "Ah hah!" I give a shout of triumph as I see it in the hallway. I run out to grab it and trip over Pip. I go tumbling to the floor with a thud.
"Owww." I moan as Pip sits on my chest. For some reason he thought to grab the hairbrush. I take it out of his mouth wincing slightly at the dog slobber all over it.
I brush him off and go back into my room staring into the full length mirror. I quickly brush out my hair smiling as it cascades to my shoulders like an amber wave. The scar on my right arm is showing so I adjust my jacket to cover it.
Then I head to tell mom goodbye. I nod on the door and poke my head in quietly. "Mom?"
She sits up coughing still. "Hey honey. Come to say goodbye?"
I nod and walk over to her bed. "I'll see you after okay?" I ask hugging her frail body.
"Of course Anna just one second okay?" Mom asks then uses enormous effort to lift herself out of bed. When I tense with worry getting ready to catch her she just looks at me and laughs.
"I'm not that breakable." She says then grabs something off the bedside table and presses it into my hand. I look down and struggle to hide my gasp. It's grandma's ring the one she always kept with her.
Or so I've heard. My grandma had my mom when she was seventeen. She died in the hunger games. My mom seems to notice my confusion. "Just in case." She says quietly tears streaming down her face.
"Goodbye mom." I say quietly slipping the ring in my pocket. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek praying I don't get picked. I have to come back to her.
I walk downstairs and slip on my shoes. Picking up Pip I head for the square worry knotting my gut.
(Storm Nightfall's P.O.V)
I wake up and cuss as cold water rains down on my head. My brothers… yet again… slowly I pull myself out of bed. Well I guess I don't have to shower for the reapings. Yep today's the reapings and my brothers don't even give me a break today. That should give you an idea of what they're like.
I walk over to the door and pull it open intending to give my brothers a piece of my mind. But I decide against it. Mom and dad won't do anything the only reason they even show up to the reapings with me is so they won't look bad.
I sigh and shake my head trying to get rid of the bad thoughts. Very bad idea, my gaze falls on the scar on my wrist and I flash back to the day I got it.
I was in a good cheerful move. I had just used the earring I stole from Yuri in an attempt to get her attention to pierce my ear. It actually looked semi decent. Then things started spiraling downwards.
I walked inside and my brothers were smiling which should have been my first clue. I was to blissfully happy to care though and keep walking. Then I opened the door to my room.
It exploded. Bits of glass from my favorite statue went everywhere and one cut my wrist. My brothers had to take me to the hospital my parents couldn't be bothered. Nomad and Regan swore it was just supposed to shock me but I still don't know if I believe them.
I shake my head clearing it of the flashback. I need to eat before the reapings. I open our cupboard and grab a slice of bread. I eat it quickly then walk upstairs.
The second I'm in my room I realize something is wrong. The door slams shut behind me and I hear the click of a lock. Shit, shit, shit! I run over to the door and try to jiggle it open but it's stuck.
Great I'm locked in. I walk to my dresser intending to get dressed then climb out the window but I realize something. They stole my close except for some things they shrunk. Just fan flipping tastic.
I force the clothes on then look in the mirror. I look horrible, my purple hair sticks up. Yes I said purple my brothers died my shampoo. The shirt clings to my body and the black pants are cut and tiny on me.
Well at least they left clothes. I comb my hair with my hands then climb out the window and scale down the vine wall. I walk to the square my heartbeat echoing in my ears.
(Anna's P.O.V)
I nervously drum my fingers on my leg holding Pip in my arms. I'm stroking his head so hard I think I might give him a bald spot. Our escort has a tail. A fricking tail, I always forget that then it shocks me.
"Now first we will draw our lovely lady tribute." He says in a voice that seems way too high for a guy.
His strong terrifying hands reach into the bowl. I tighten my grip on Pip as he reads out the name.
"Anna Lawrens."
Tears prick at my vision as I force my way up. The tears roll down as I take my place.
(Storm's P.O.V)
I watch with pity as the girl takes her place, then the male drawings take place. My muscles tense as she draws the name.
"Tyler Sparknet." I sigh in relief (A/N betcha didn't see that coming huh? XD)
I watch with relief as the boy heads up to the stage then yawn and stretch reaching my arms above my head with relief. Then it happens, the moment when my life is changed forever
The escort eyes train on me. "What's this do we have a volunteer?"
I look around trying to find the person who volunteered. We never have a volunteer in district twelve. Then I realize I'm being shoved towards the stage.
"Wait what? I wasn't volunteering! I was just stretching!" my voice rises as I scream both terrified and sad.
Our escort clears his throat. We both know he can't go back on his word. "Come on now no chickening out."
The peacekeepers strong hands lift me up as I yell. "No I wasn't volunteering! I wasn't volunteering!" Tears roll down my eyes as they force me up to the stage. The boy gives me a grateful smile full of pity as he rushes down.
"Now what's your name young man" our escort asks his tail curling.
"Storm Nightfall." I mutter staring at the ground half hoping he won't hear.
"Well let's have a huge round of applause for this year's district twelve tributes, Storm Nightfall and Anna Lawrens!" the peacekeepers let go of one arm so she can raise it in the air as the district claps slowly. Great just great I just volunteered for my death.
Okay guys so this author's note might be long and tedious but it's necessary. First things first, if your tribute has no one who cares about them no friends or family they will not get a goodbye scene, If you have a problem with that then pm with a person to visit them.
Second thing, I need some stylists and mentors. I'm putting the form below and if you submit one you get twenty sponsor points per stylist/mentor.
Stylist
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How they treat the tributes:
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Mentor
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Okay guys so there's that out of the way! Now for the updated sponsor points!
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Wow some people have a lot. Now for the first question, it's fairly easy but only if you know your stuff. In the first book was Peeta slashed by a sword or a machete? Good luck!
