I was just woken up by prim and realised that it was only two hours until the reaping. My mother had laid out one of her old pale blue dresses whilst prim had one of my old skirt and shirt combos. After bathing in tepid water I quickly dried my hair and put it in a braid down my back and slowly slid on my mothers old dress. I was quite a lot taller than my mother was so it only reached my mid thigh. It was also slightly too small so it looked as if it was painted onto my already curvaceous form. I did have to admit though, tighter clothing suited my body shape.
I looked to the clock on the wall and realised with a start that me and prim only had ten minutes to be in the town square. I quickly turned too prim leading her from the door, leading her to the centre of town. You see,if one sibling is over the age of 16 the company of a parent isn't needed. We walked up to the sign-in posts, got blood samples taken, then went and stood with our age groups. I could see prim shaking like a leaf from the corner of my eye but I knew she had nothing to worry about. Even if she was reaped I was planning on volunteering anyway, this would just give me a better reason for it during the capital interview.
We waited another five minutes and the excruciatingly colourful capital escort almost tripped when walking up to the stage. She went on, for what seemed like forever, about stupid capital propaganda drivel and then begun get with the ceremony. She started with the boys, it varied every year. She chose a boy called Cole Jacobs and he slowly walked towards the stage. He had short, dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes with a lean yet muscled frame. He could've possibly done well in these games had it not been for my determination to win.
Next she walked over to the female tributes bowl and plucked a name from it. She surveyed us and and announced " Emma Jackson " as the lucky tribute. Said girl started to tremble as she made her way forward. Before she was even half way there I stood tall, planted my feet firmly to the ground, raised my hand high and announced in my husky, deep voice " I volunteer ." I sauntered up to the stage with a cocky smirk on my face, that stayed strong with each step, whilst my eyes portrayed amusement and relaxation.
Our escort was catching flies and as was the rest of my district, she only snapped out of it when I was actually stood on the stage. She congratulated me profusely on being the first volunteer from my district whilst I smirked with pride, I was actually looking forward to the games. Let the Capitol throw all they have at me, they'll need to. This should be fun.