I do not own the Hunger Games.
PERCY'S POV
"Ow! Get off me, Annabeth!" I grumble as I push my girlfriend off me.
"Shut up," Annabeth scowls, standing up and brushing off inexistent dust.
I can hear her mutter something under her breath as I get up myself, but I decided to ignore it.
"So, Wise Girl, what do we do?" I mean, she wasn't expecting me to know, right?
She glances around, "Maybe we sh-"
A man in a tank top and jeans approaches us, "Hey, kids, you should get in the reaping line before you get in trouble."
I turn my attention to the newly noticed line. Was that there before? I shrug, "Come on, Wisegirl."
I can feel Annabeth glaring at the back of my head as we both step into place in line.
The line moves quickly though, and I can hear the lady with a scratchy voice call "Next" every ten seconds or so.
As we reach the front of the line, I realize that the lady is in her fifties, maybe sixties. She has long brown hair and light blue eyes and her hands are wrinkled.
She deftly takes blood from my finger through a shot, and directs us to our sides of the meeting square.
"Boys on the left, girls on the right," The lady rolls her eyes.
I don't say bye to Annabeth before I enter my side, and neither does she.
After ten minutes or so, a tall woman approaches. She has blue hair and her outfit mainly consists of blue- even her face, which is caked with makeup.
"Hello, ladies and gentleman, to the annual reaping of the seventy fourth annual Hunger Games," She says 'Hunger Games' like it's an honor. Yeah right.
"I am Miss Frinkle," She introduces. (I just made that up.. xD)
After a speech, a video plays on a screen next to the stage.
It talks about the destruction of North American, and the rising of another age. I wonder where the Gods are..
I space out after that, thinking about what Peeta might be like.
What if he says we're enemies?
I realize, after everyone loudly claps, that Annabeth has already volunteered. I can't see who she volunteered for, but I can hear a cry of relief from the girl's side.
As Annabeth walks up stage, Ms. Frinkle asks, "What is your name?"
"Annabeth Chase," Annabeth replies proudly.
"Well, hello Annabeth!" Ms. Frinkle smiles and moves onto the boy's reaping bowl.
"District four's male tribute is.. Harrison Obrien!"
The boy next to me tenses, and I can hear him mutter a curse under his breath.
I raise my hand, and say loudly, "I, Percy Jackson, volunteer."
The boy shoots me a grateful look as I proceed onto the stage.
"Well, Percy Jackson," Ms. Frinkle says, "Was that boy your brother?"
"No," I answer calmly.
"Well, everyone! Give these two brave volunteers a round of applause!" Ms. Frinkle smiles, but no one claps.
After Annabeth and I shake hands, Ms. Frinkle asks us if anyone would like to visit us.
"No," Annabeth replies, and wipes her eye for effect. Ms. Frinkle looks at us sympathetically, but said nothing.
We boarded a train after pushing through a large and aggressive paparazzi mob. We both immediately collapsed on the couch.
"Well," Annabeth said as she leaned on my shoulder, "Here comes the Capitol."