Sorry for the wait, my computer spazzed out for a bit :/
Anyways…
I know, I know, this is a very weak chapter. But with one being an author described "bloodbath character" and the other with only a page of description, there isn't much for me to work with. I'll do better with four. I promise.
Rose Lastsong
My name was in that bowl only six times. Surely, other people had more tesserae than me. I only had four! And they were from those two years when Mama was laid off. How could I possibly have been called? I looked to my best friends, Zinnia and Dandelion. Zinnia had green eyes, like me, but I wouldn't see them again. She was covering her face. Dandelion gave me a short hug and wished me luck. The world collapsed as I walked to the stage. Though, I did have a better chance of surviving than other thirteen year old girls. When I was five, I got lost in this very place. A man came up to me and said he would help me. As he led me away, Mama saw us. The man picked me up and started to run, but another guy clobbered him and we fell to the pavement. This other guy sent me towards Mama. After that, Mama taught me how to fight. I could fight hand to hand, or, if I had the opportunity, with a dagger. I held the key pendant that hung from a silver chain around my neck. It was my lucky charm. Mama had given it to me after that day in the square. As I stepped up on the stage next to the escort, an ominous wind blew. The sleeves of my white blouse rippled in the air and I had to hold my sparkly blue skirt down. My long black hair thrashed around my face. My pale skin grew whiter.
"Bye, Mama," I whispered into the wind.
Xavier Keller
Before my death sentence at age fifteen, I worked in District Three's labs. Anyone would know that by looking at me, I had unkept auburn hair and some ends were singed away. Too short for my age and a nerd, the older boys picked on me. Bruises wouldn't be a new thing for me. I suppose it was a good thing I was going and not someone else. Other people had families and friends to come home to. I didn't have friends and my parents died in a lab explosion the year before. Before that, though, I had friends and I was athletic. I wondered if they would miss me when I was dead. Mel and Demi. Kirt and Jason. When I reached the stage, I met Demi's eyes. She was crying. So, someone would miss me. Nothing to my name but the ratty clothes on my back, I left District Three. District Three wouldn't remember me.
