Aurora Mae Flemmen's POV
I looked out the window, into the forest. It was usually crawling with lumberjacks at this time-but not today. I let out a tiny sigh as I return to my sewing.
"Remember, cross stitch not flat stitch Aurora," my grandmother reminded me.
I've lived with my grandparents ever since my parents divorced and neither had enough money to support two. So, mom and I moved in with my grandparents. Dad went on to become the STINKIN' MAYOR of DISTRICT 1.
"Oh, come on mom," My mom grinned. "Let her get ready for the Reaping! It starts in an hour."
"Ariel..." Grandma began in a stern voice. "Fine. Let her go get ready for this, Reaping."
My Grandma didn't ever understand the concept of The Reaping. She didn't understand anything Hunger Games. Truth be told, as long as the television set's on, Peacekeepers won't check who's actually watching.
I jumped out of my seat, knocking all of the sewing to the ground.
"Aurora Mae Flemmen!" Grandma snapped.
"Mom..." Mom narrowed her eyes. Grandma threw her hands up in defeat.
"Fine Ariel Susan Flemmen! I'll let her go to this blasted Reaping!"
I opened the door to my bedroom, and walked inside. A quiet fantasy setting welcomed me, along with the drab Reaping outfit. A gray dress with white lace and gray rainboots. I slipped it on, and pulled my auburn curls into a high ponytail. Now, I was ready.
I walked down the street to thr Reaping Square, and slipped in line. I walked over to the 14 square, and watched as our escort made her way to the stage.
And you know what happens next. Anyways...
Justice Building
I looked sorrowfully at my mom as she stood in front of me.
"Mom..." I began.
"Hey, you're strong Aurora Mae," Mom told me. "You'll get through this."
Sorry this chapter was so short. Truth be told, I got SO BORED. Anyways, now the Reapings are over.