Hey! Jolteon here! Last reaping, district 12, finally! Hope you like the Lundrys!
District 12
-Henry Lundry, 13-
-Hey...it's me- I smile as the wind blows my blonde hair and the sound of the trees calms me down a little -I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit you early this week. You see, me and Catrina were playing to the tag on the house and well, I kind of broke my leg. That's why the wheelchair is here too- Again, I laugh a little and contemplate the sky above District 12.
I enjoy the wind on my face as the sound of the trees calm my mind. My wheelchair is not the most luxurious one, it's more like a chair with two bicycle wheels paste on it, but my dad did this for me with his hearth, and I won't deny that it has help me a lot. We're not poor, he is a butcher in the town and we manage to survive, but we're not rich either. Well...who is in District 12?
-Anyway, today is the reapings day. Catrina is really nervous, it's her first time after all, and his big brother is me. What a chance right?- I laugh a little and take the wheels of my chair to drive it backwards a little -Dad is kind of sick. He has being sneezing a lot recently and he has this headache that is almost killing him. Or that's what he says. He hasn't been able to go to work this past couple of days because of it.- I turn my head and smile a little -One day I will take over of the store and take care of them both.-
I look to the entrance and see three other kids, playing with a ball, like they have no other responsibilities. I see how one of them kick the ball hard and this one ends on my feet. I smile and take the ball with my hands. One of the kids approaches to me and I recognize him as one of my sister's classmates -Hey, you're...Caleb, right?- He nods as I smile at him and extend my hand -I'm Henry, Catrina's brother, how are you doing?- The boy keeps staring at me with a strange look in his eyes and just takes the ball and leave. I sight and turn once again.
-Yeah, I forgot to tell you, we both dropped out school. I was supposed to begin my third year and Catrina her second, but you know, dad need's us on the house to keep him alive. I learn how to cook after all. I'm not as good as you, but at least I don't burn the meat as Catrina does. She can cook noodles better.- I laugh once again and look at the sky. It's getting late now, and I have to go for my family to get to the plaza. I look once again to the grave and caress it for the last time -I love you mom, and I miss you. Take care of us in the sky please- I smile once again and turn my wheelchair to get out of the graveyard...
-Catrina Lundry, 12-
I hug my bunny tight as some kids kick my backpack where I keep my books. Yes, I'm a little girl but I love to read. I'm what person's can call a "nerd", with glasses that were previously broken, with a tape in the middle, freckles that are all over my face and a skinny body that no one will take serious. Also, I'm a very timid person, and I'm very weak physically. That's something I've always have envy my brother. He has always been the one that everyone likes, the perfect boy from District 12.
Me? I'm just a joke at his side. The only resemblance we have is our blonde sandy hair and our blue eyes that we get from our mom. Besides that, we have nothing in common. Oh but don't get me wrong, he is my best friend and I love him with all my hearth, I just wish sometimes that I could be a little less timid, and maybe a little more outgoing as he is.
I softly cry with my bunny hug as the two bullies throw my backpack at me, calling me something that no gentleman will call a girl without getting to know her first. This is my life. Being bullied everyday, even though I'm not in school anymore since I drop out. And the worst part is that, I don't know why I'm bully. I think I'm a good person, I always try to help others, or at least I use to.
I get up on my feet and take the backpack from the mud, putting it in my back and walking toward my house. Henry is on the graveyard most probable. Ever since our mom died from pneumonia, he always visit her every day at least a couple of hours. And with more reason he is today in there, because since I accidentally broke his leg, he wasn't able to get to the cemetery. I feel terrible for that to happen, but yet again, he told me that it was alright and that it was not my fault.
I get home and quickly get inside my room to wash over my face and my backpack. My dad most probable is asleep and I prefer it that way. I will hate myself if I let him see me being weak. I take a quick shower and get out of the bathroom to put the clothes and the backpack on the washing machine when I hear Henry's wheelchair on the wood floor of the house. I also hear how my dad is walking towards him slowly and kisses him in the forehead. I sight, they can not know that I'm weak. I have to be strong, for the both of them...
-Henry Lundry, 13-
Once we are all ready to go, we head ourselves to the plaza. Catrina is pushing my wheelchair slowly, with my dad at our side. He is trying to seem the strong man he once was, but his sickness is giving him a rough time and every day he is looking more and more weak. The worst part? Is that he is ok with it. He hasn't say that to me, but in his eyes, we notice that he wants to die to be once again with mom. And I don't blame him.
I mean, I miss mom as much as Catrina or dad, but I've only know her for 13 years. My parents met when they were five years old, and my dad is now 37 years. He felt in love with her the moment he saw her, as he told me. I can't imagine how much he is suffering right now. I just wish that the one that is going to be my wife, can die after I'm already dead, for me not to suffer this.
We get to the plaza at the end, after more than 45 minutes walking, or rolling, in my case. My dad kiss my forehead and my sister's chick and smile at us before leaving for the section where the adults should be watching the reapings. I see Catrina and smile at her, to let her now that I'm ready to go to the peacekeepers. She nods and push my chair to where they are.
One of the peacekeepers smiles at me and pinches my finger with a needle to withdraw some blood. This I understand is for them to have control over the population each year of the District. Catrina looks nervous as the same peacekeeper do the same to her, but what surprises me is that this one smiles again to my sister and tells her that everything is going to be alright. Normally peacekeepers are monsters, but this particular one seems to be nice.
I roll my chair into the zone of tributes and notice that this is like every other year in District 12 reapings. Almost every boy and girl between 12 and 16 years has at least one sister or brother, so the zone is pretty full. I sight as I see that my best friends, both of them, are also in there with their sisters. The reason I sight is that one of them, has four sisters, while the other has two brothers and two sisters, so they have a lot of chances to be chosen this year. They seem really depress actually.
But, to be completely honest...I'm glad I only have Catrina. Our chances are three in a thousand. I have faith that we're not going to be chosen...
-Catrina Lundry, 12-
I'm only twelve, but for sure I recognize the four persons that are in the images on top of the Justice Building. The first one is a girl with a serious face and some blue eyes, such as mine. Her name is Colette Flair, and she was the Victor of the 27th Hunger Games. Next is Haymitch Abernathy, the Victor of the 2nd Quarter Quell, looking at us with his blue eyes and his golden hair. The third one is a younger version of the Girl on Fire, Katniss Everdeen. She was our third victor and the one that trains past tributes of our District. Last, but not least, is Firoz Theodor, our last Victor, almost 20 years ago. He was only 16 when he won. Now he is a grown up man that, along with the old Everdeen lady, trains possible tributes for the Games.
Speaking of which, most of them are in the front rode of the zone. Only two or three seems really prepare for the Games, but I doubt that any of them will present themselves as volunteers with their brothers and sisters in the line. I know I will never do it. Not that that care, since I won't be the first choice of them to train. Maybe Henry will be a good prospect, but I honestly reject that thought, because I don't want to even think on my brother killing someone.
-Hello hello little persons of District 12! My name is, as you know, Gabs Marcia! I salute you!- The girl that was supposed to be our escort is dressing today like an alien. Like, literally, with antennas and everything. I miss the days were escorts were kind of normal. I know I only have twelve years, but once I went to the library on our school and took a book about the Games. It's more about the Victors and their path to be Victors actually, however, it is only updated until the 90th Hunger Games, I suppose is because they are waiting for this year's Victor to updated right.
-So, without so much drama, let us know who are going to be the ones representing District 12 this year!-I focus once again my attention in Gabs as she withdraw one envelope from the jar and pull out the names of the two tributes that are going to represent us this year. I hold tight Henry's chair as she smiles and takes the microphone once again.
-Please welcome Henry and Catrina Lundry to the stage!-I can't believe it...I just...no...I'm not going to be dead...I loose Henry's chair as I turn and run to where my father is supposed to be. Someone grabs my waste and lift me up in the air as everyone is in shock of what has just happen. I notice the agent that is grabbing me is the same that told me that everything is going to be alright. It's ironic how things turn.
She left me in front of everyone as other three agents help Henry to get up to the stage. I notice some tiers on his cheek but he just whip them and smiles to our mentors, Katniss and Firoz, who are seeing us with a cold look in their eyes. Maybe they are thinking what I'm thinking...
We're already dead...
Hey! Last chapter of the reapings, finally right? I'm so sorry for the story to be going so slow, but hey, from now on, is going to be as fast as possible. So what do you think about the Lundrys?
I will put a poll with all of the tributes, and it will be open until next Sunday, the 5 top tributes will get a chapter either for the train or the goodbyes. So go ahead and vote for your 3 top tributes!
Until next time!
-J