Ennie's POV
I awake to the sound of my older sister, Torch blabbering on about the trends in the Capitol to my dad. "So anyway he was like "I'm sorry Torch but, that dress doesn't have any silver on it so..." and I was like "What In the Panem! Why didn't Ciara tell me that SILVER was in trend!". I mean like UGH! I CANNOT BELIVE CIARA! SHE IS SO MUCH TO DEAL WITH!" she says. I didn't expect my fashion-obsessed sister to come back to District 6 until next week. Torch stays in the Capitol with her SUPER RICH boyfriend, Clay. She made a good living in the monorail business and is one of the wealthy citizens of District 6. My parents however are very poor, like most of us in 6. We live in a small shack in the Grease. The Grease is the "area" that is poor. There is also The Underphase, the part of town that has more food, clothing, and water (it being by The 6 Lake). District 6 is transportation so we make trains, rails, hovercraft and anything else that is related to that. My parents both work but, my mother tends to work less. She is a "Morphling". Or a drug addict. We don't see her much.
I open my eyes and brush the red bangs that hang to low out of my face so I can see better. Torch continues going on about Ciara, her friend from the Capitol to my obviously annoyed Dad. I throw on my work jumpsuit and sneak out unnoticed. The air of District Six is polluted from the factories. I run to the fence fully electrocuted today. I fiddle with the wire and it turns off I climb over the fence and run to the forest. "Finally" I think "Fresh Air!". Then I realize it's to late to be here. I run back and re-elcrify the fence. The loud hovercraft of the Capitol appears above my head. Uh-oh! It's Reaping Day. I rush to the shack and awake my mom. "Whaaaa. Ennieee. Is that you, Ennie?" My drugged mom nearly mumbles. "Yes Mom! It's Reaping Day, what am I going to wear? What if I get picked? Don't you want me to look presentable?" I ask her strictly. "T-T-Torch got you something." She hoarsely answers. I leave my mom in bed and go find Torch in The Underphase "shopping for candy". "TORCH!" I yell. "What! Gosh En do I gotta do some work or something why you yellin' at me!". "My Reaping Outfit!"
I look at myself in the shiny mirror that's been placed in Torch's home. I'm wearing silver heels, and a dress that seems metallic and again, silver.
My hair is pulled up in a formal bun (I learned that from Torch's chattering boyfriend, Clay). "Your hair is absolutely fabulous!" Clay says in his high Capitol accent. "Thanks" I mumble. "Let's GO!" Torch orders. We walk to Town Pear Garden. A stage is set up as usual. The Peacekeepers do security on us and we line up in front of the stage. Torch and Clay leave me. It's my first year being reaped. My name is in there once. A woman in a ridiculous clown wig and a crazy outfit struts up to the stage like it's a catwalk. Suddenly, I get scared. I feel like crying but, I pull myself together. "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to The Reaping Of The 90th Hunger Games! I am Jeluja Ivor! Of course as always ladies first." She walks Of to the Reaping ball with the girl names. Nervously she says. "The Female tribute from District 6 is..." She pulls a name out from the ball.
"Ennie Holdar"
Me. I am the Female tribute from District 6. I will be servant to the Capitol. My life is changing. I am going to be put in a arena to die. It all goes by so fast. I almost cry. "Well, come on up, little girl.". I walk up to the stage. "Yes now. That's it. Come on up". I feel a urge to run. I hold myself back. "It's okay" I tell myself. But, it's not. "Know let's pick you a boy." She says in a more excited voice. I think about it. There will be a boy that I have to kill, or really there's 12. Do I kill them or do they kill me? I don't know. I just turned 12, why me. I'm too young. Wait, no, yes, no, yes, NO. "The District 6 Male tribute is...Hugh Holdar." The expression on Jeluja Ivor is nervously surprised. My cousin, Hugh. I must kill Hugh. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. WHATEVER! I won't have a mentor because my mentor was killed in the Quarter Quell. I'll kill him first. No, allies. Then I kill him. Wait, the games haven't started but I'm giving him the "You're dead to me" look. "Well," I think "At least it wasn't Micheal". Micheal. Micheal. The only one who will probably visit me. Micheal. The boy I secretly love. I desire to be with him. Now, I can't be with him. I'm going to die! I have to tell him. Before I know it he comes to visit me before I leave. "Ennie" he says "I am so sorry". "There's nothing you can do, Micheal." I tell him. "But...". I silence him. I slowly pull him in. Closer and Closer. So close I think he can read my mind. I lock his lips with mine. Savor the moment. He is such a good kisser. I can't stop. Stop. No. Stop, Ennie you're only 12. I can't stop. I hear a Peacekeeper saying 30 seconds. I keep kissing him. Times up. "I Love you, Ennie" he says as the Peacekeepers pull him back. "I love you too" I say. "Sorry" He mouths. I nod. They bring me to the train.
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