The Reaping of District 1: Royal Alabaster

I awake in my small room to see the sun covered by fluffy clouds. The wind blew hard and the cracked window let in the cold air. I shivered and put on the fluffy coat that lay on the bed. Today was the Reaping. No one really knows what the Reaping is. All we know is that today two people from our District will leave to fight to the death, only one winning. It know its going to be a sad, awful day.

I walk around our small house. The ceiling comes down low and all of the windows are all cracked. The floorboards squeak loudly and are coming apart. The kitchen is the worse part. The fridge is covered in dust, barely ever being used. The faucet in the sink barely works, only getting a few drips out of it. The living room has a torn up couch and very few chairs. We have a T.V., but we get lots of blackouts during the day, only getting a few hours of T.V. at night, and a few hours in the morning. Our rooms have small beds and dressers with a small T.V.

I walk outside and put my black work boots on. I grab my bow and arrows and walk to the woods. I sit by a tree and toy with the bow. I wait for my girlfriend, Emily. I pick apples from the tree, waiting for her to show up.

Emily has short brown hair with green eyes. And she's pregnant. One reason why I'm kind of excited for the Reaping. If I can win, than maybe I can get enough money for us to raise a family. We have the names already picked out. If it's a girl, then her name will be Emma. If it's a boy, then his name will be Finn. I want to be able to raise the family without help, and the Hunger Games can fix that. If I win, then I will be rich and get a huge house! That means baby toys, food, and clothes.

"Royal!" Emily yells. She sits next to me and toys with my short-cropped red hair.

"Hey, Emily," I say.

"Ready for today?" She asks. I look down at my bow and back up at her green eyes.

"If I go in and win, then we can actually raise a family." Emily shakes her head.

"We can do this on our own! We don't need this stupid Hunger Games to have a family. You have your job and my brother sells to the Capitol. I don't want you to risk your life."

"Fine." We it in silence for a little bit, then we both get up. We kiss each other goodbye, then we go our separate ways.

I walk home slowly. I put my bow on the porch and walk inside. My father and Mother are already getting ready for the Reaping. Mother wears a long white dress that goes down to her ankles. Her hair is put up in a bun and she wears makeup that covers her eyes. My father wears a black suite and tie. His hair is slicked back and he gives me a look. He hates that I want to be in the Hunger Games so then I can become rich. He has always hated my become rich plan ever since I told him about it. He had told me that it was a horrible idea and that if I did go through with it, he wouldn't even watch me in the Hunger Games.

"C'mon, Royal," Father said. "We are leaving now.

"Okay, Father," I replied. We all walk to the square and I walk to my marked age group, 16.

Everyone stood there and I awaited for the Reaping to begin. The mayor walks on stage and smiles at us. Of course, no one smiles back. Everyone is angry at our new punishment, The Hunger Games. He tells us the story of the long war that destroyed North America, and how Panem then formed over the ashes. Then he talks about the Dark Days. The long period in which we all rebelled against the Capitol because of their harsh ways. Then, he talks about the destruction of District 13 that led to The Hunger Games. The anthem plays, then some man walks onstage.

"Hello District 1!" He says in a low, yet high voice. "My name is Dave, and I will be your District 1 mentor!" Silence. Then, a small girl with shoulder length blue hair trots onstage.

"And I'm Louis! Let the Reaping begin! Ladies first." Louise reaches into the jar and I stare at her, waiting for the girl to be announced. She smoothes out the paper and clears her throat. "Eevee Rose!"

The girl walks onstage with a smile on her face. She has black hair that goes down to her waist and she has creamy pale skin. She is tiny and looks too short for her height.

"Eevee, your 15, right?" Louis asks. She nods and Louse continues with the Reaping. She reaches into the jar again and I cross my fingers. She clears her throat and says, "Royal Alabaster." I cant believe my luck! I practically run onstage and shake her hand.

The Reaping of District 1: Eevee Rose

I walk out to the woods and I take out my knife. I start to slay random things like tree bark, grass, and small animals for dinner. I regret leaving my spear at home, but the knife will have to do. And today is the first ever Reaping. I plan on just volunteering when I'm 18, yet I hope to be reaped. Apparently, if we get reaped then we get to play in the Hunger Games. A fight to the death game that the Capitol is probably already looking forward too. But I have been training for the Games since we ever heard about it, which was when I was 9. I know I'm able to win.

I walk back to my house and stand on the broken porch. My house is torn up and we barely have enough food for the family. That is why I am the hunter. I have to find the food to give to the family. It's hard, but it's worth it. We wont starve then.

I walk inside and put on my purple dress. It is knee height and I leave my hair down. My hair goes down to my waist and its black and silky. I have pale skin, which I like about me. Most people in District 1 have tan skin from being out in the sun, but I have fare skin. I'm 15 and small for my age. But that means I'm good for running. I don't have too many friends because I can be mean and nasty. I'm a skinny girl too and know how to camouflage myself.

I don't see any sign of my parents so I walk to the Reaping myself. I come right when the anthem is playing and I quickly find my age group. We are all squished together and I can hardly breath. I push some people away from me and they give me looks. A girl walks onstage and I don't catch her name. She reaches into a jar and smoothes out the piece of paper and says, "Eevee Rose!"

I walk onstage with a smile on my face. The girl smiles at me and asks, "Your 15, right?" I nod and then she announces the boy tribute. "Royal Alabaster!" He practically runs onstage and shakes her hand. The anthem booms one last time, then we are taken into custody.

Royal has red hair with green eyes. Freckles take over his cheeks and nose. He has broad shoulders and smiles at me. And I know it will be fun to take him out.

Author's Note:

I don't own the Hunger Games.

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