District 12
Anya Caverly – POV
The sunlight shines through the old windows of my house, I prop myself up, leaning on my elbows. Running my fingers through my hair, I look around and just barley can see the shadows of my three brothers all in bed, sleeping, I rub my eyes and crawl out of bed. This is my first year, my first reaping. I have been to a reaping before, except, my name wasn't in that glass ball, but today and for 6 more years after this one, it will be.
Why am I up so early, it must be the small fear of getting chosen, I'm sure every 12 year-old has that feeling on the day of the reaping, but I know for a fact, my fear is way less intense. I have always wanted to see the blood and gore in the games up close in person, I don't know why, it's just me and the way I am.
I change into a dress that my mother supposedly wore on her first reaping, a plain white dress with a slim black belt and some black flats, I look into the old mirror on the wall and put my fire red hair up into a ponytail, my brothers wake up and we all eat, well we eat all the food we have, which is not much, it wasn't long and the sirens were going off, for the reaping.
I approach the Justice Building, it looks fancy, and very polished. Years ago, after the 75th Hunger Games, people say that District 12 was bombed by the capitol, but rebuilt after the 2nd Rebellion, this is exactly why I hate the capitol, they make 12 to 18 year olds kill each other every year just for their entertainment and bomb places just because one person did something 'wrong', I just despise them completely.
All the time I spent thinking about my hatred of the capitol I didn't realize the escort was already showing the old video about the war and the law of the hunger games, it was almost over when I come back to my senses, this year the escort looks absolutely ridiculous, she is wearing a massive electric blue puffy wig, and a matching huge blue dress with dark blue glowing lightning blots all over that move around her. She toddles over to the glass ball in her clunky high heels, puts her hand into the bowl digs her fingers through the slips of paper and pulls one out, she waddles back to the mic, clears her throat and in her annoying capitol accent says "Anya Caverly".
It's me, quickly I realize it, its me, I walk up to the stage without hesitation, I strangely feel in some way, eager to see it all, but I only briefly feel that way, the rest of my feelings are of hatred for the capitol, for making this happen, I know it wasn't the escorts fault, but I just can't help but to blame her.
I look over at the crowd and see my brothers with the other families, Milo is looking down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, especially me, I can see a tear drop to the floor coming from his face, Jax is looking right at me, with a saddened look on his face, he acts like a father to us, sometimes I feel like he is my Dad, but then I remember my dad is dead, finally I look at Terrence, I can see the tears forming in his eyes and I can tell he is trying to hold them back, luckily he is because if he starts to cry, I will too, not because I'm in the games, but because he is my best friend and I don't want him to lose me, I don't want him to see me die, but if he does, then, well, I guess he will have to look away.
Adrian Allino – POV
I walk to the reaping alone, if you get through this, you will never have to come here again I think to myself, I doubt I will get chosen, usually 14 year olds get chosen for district 12, I don't know why, maybe it's just a coincidence maybe the capitol wants district 12 to lose so rigs the reaping's, that one's pretty likely, but what do I care? I'm not 14 so I shouldn't worry about it, on the way, I notice a young looking girl she looks about 12 or 13, she has long, fiery hair with bright green eyes, she has a olive toned skin and is very small, she is looking down at the ground, she looks like she is thinking about something that is frustrating her, she looks like a first timer here at the reaping's, I can tell by her clothing, typical first reaping outfit.
I stand with the rest of the 18 year olds, not many this year, only about 120, which for District 12 is not a lot, I wait for the escort to come on, last year it was a man with Fuchsia spikey hair, there is a row of seats along the justice building, 4 for the mayor and his family of a wife, sister and a son, 3 for the victors, Katniss Everdeen who has her hair in an iconic braid and looks worn, Peeta Melark who looks worn too but you can tell he is trying to hide it and Haymitch Abernathy who looks, surprisingly normal.
The Escort then walks onto the stage, she is wearing a big Blue wig, a silly electric looking dress and some ridiculous high heels that hardly anyone could walk in, she walks, more like waddles, over to the girls glass ball and picks out a name, she walks back over and says "Anya Caverly", I immediately see who it is as she doesn't hesitate to climb up onto the stage, it's the girl I saw on the way to the reaping, she is oddly quick to get on the stage for a 12 year old, in the background I see Katniss Everdeen in the background slumping, probably because it's a 12 year old tribute, she hates seeing 12 year olds go into the games, as she has said it In an interview before.
The escort now walks over to the boys glass ball and picks out another name, I'm just waiting for this to be over, for me never to come back here again, she picks out a name, and calls "Troy Brookes" I give out a loud sigh, but then I see another 12 year old walking to the stage, he stops at the stairs looks over the audience and carries on, he gives out a cry and by the time he is on stage he is crying heavily, he looks only about 10, he must be small, but then I see his family behind me crying, they have a daughter to, she looks about 6, a mum a dad and a daughter, their only son taken to a death arena, my mouth acts before my mind
"I volunteer, I volunteer" I shout so that the young boy doesn't have to go to the games.
The escort looks at me and gestures for me to come up, I slowly walk up, I think of the young boy chosen, his family are hugging him behind the 18 year olds, at least if I die, I won't have a family to be upset, I have nothing to live for, I just didn't want to see that boy get murdered on live television.