(Note, Im not doing much about the bloodbath tributes. Some people made them for me for the bloodbath, so I won't be doing POV's on them. Or just extra names XD)
Today's Trivia:
What was Katniss's first impression of Rue?(35 points)
District 10 Reaping:
Love:
I wake up to the retarded smell of cows. Why couldn't they take a bath once and awhile? I lean forward; living in District 10 was as sucky as living in a piece of sheep poop. I was allergic to grass, the best thing to be allergic to in District 10. NOT. I hear my mother coming to my room and I sit up negatively.
"Rise and Shine my love." She says sweetly.
"Get out of my room your piece of cow-dung!" I snarl, throwing a pillow at her. She catches it and throws it back.
"Your Reaping clothes are by the table." She says, a bit of annoyance was hinted in her voice. I turn my head; a green dress with puffy stuff at the bottom was laying there. I roll my eyes and get dressed, then stomp out of my room and out of the house.
One more annoying Reaping Love…one more…
I sign in quickly, and stand with the 17 year olds. A lady wearing an outfit like a cowboy leaps onto stage.
"Howdy ya'll! Welcome to the 23rd Annual Hunger Games! We'll pick our girl tribute first, ya hear?" I roll my eyes.
"Love Garci!" She chuckles. I was shocked, why me? 7 names out of what? 9,000? Suddenly a plan comes to me; if I act weak the other tributes will think I'm an easy target…
I force myself to start crying and I drag myself onto the stage.
"Marvy Hill!" She calls. A little girl from the crowd wails and runs towards a 15 year old boy. A Peacekeeper quickly grabbed her, keeping her back. She was in the 12 year olds section; her eyes were wild with fear. Marvy moved up slowly his eyes glued to the ground.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes!"
I stared at the hall; it was ment to be sad. I thought about my family, I never told them how much I loved them…and they weren't coming…
Marvy:
A heavy pain in my side wakes me up, it's my Uncle with a frying pan. I stare into his face, he smelled like beer…
"Get you pathetic kid, today's the Reaping." He grunted. I roll my eyes and get up, he points his finger to black pants and a white polo shirt. I get up and change into them quickly and march downstairs. My 12 year old sister was waiting eating a rotten apple, the only thing we had these days…
"Hi Alicia, how breakfast?" I say. She looks up; her face was filled with weakness. My Uncle was nothing less then what you could call mad. He beat us sometimes and told us our parents deaths were out fault. My mother had been killed by a cow, her rib was broken and she died a week later. My father got drunk every day like my Uncle, and he was shot by a Peacekeeper, leaving us with his brother. I sigh and grab Alicia's hand before she can take another bite.
"We'll get food after the Reaping ok?" I say smoothly. She nods warily and walks with me.
When we sign in I help her to the 12 year olds and then I go and stand with the 15 year old boys. A lady dressed in a cowboy outfit jumps onto stage, he face sparkling with glitter.
"Howdy ya'll! Welcome to the 23rd Annual Hunger Games! We'll pick our girl tribute first, ya hear?" I blink, which girl would get picked this year?
"Love Garcia!" Her name echos around the plaza. Suddenly a girl from the 15 year old bursts out in tears and walks to the stage. The woman blinks at her then reaches for a boy name.
"Marvy Hill!" before I can react I hear Alicia's wail. A Peacekeeper prevents her from running to me, and then motions me to walk up. And I do, silently and solumly.
""Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes!"
Later in the visiting room I have Alicia and my Uncle visit me.
"Please come back come Marvy please!" she wails, hanging around my neck. My Uncle shrugs and grunts. Anger boils inside of me, how dare you not even care about me…
"Hey stupid, take care of her. Or I'll haunt you for the rest of your suckish life you got that?" I snarl, getting into his face. He rolls his eyes and nods. With that they leave, and I'm left alone…