DISTRICT TWO
Evelyn I. (The 'I' was for Isabelle, and old-fashion name that was her also grandmother's.) Jacobs stepped off of the train into crisp mountain air and smoothed her skirt.
District Two. Stone mining.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. Very helpful, she had already known that. She'd been hoping for a picture of the mayor, because the open station was full of workers, loading and unloading several different types of stones (She honestly thought it'd be rude to call them rocks, tho that was what they were) into trains, and frankly, they all looked alike. She supposed the mayor would be in here somewhere. Evelyn smiled, it reminded her of an old book with yellowed pages that her grandmother would show her when she was little, Where's Waldo. Of course, here, she did not have her grandmother helping her, or the advantage of an areal view. Here, her best strategy would to be ask someone.
Evelyn walked up to a small woman, with dirt on her face, who was approaching Evelyn, meeting the woman half-way. "Excuse me, ma'am? Would you mind pointing me towards the mayor?"
The woman smiles. "At your service. Emma Michaels, Mayor of District Two. You here from Capitol?" The mayor's voice has slight snide to it, as it named the Capitol.
Evelyn nods slightly.
The mayor shakes her head. "Hunger Games right? Dear God, although I have no idea if there is one at this point, what is this world coming to? Sending our children off to kill each other. I don't like it"
Evelyn bites her lip, quite taken with Mayor Emma Michaels. "You might want to watch what you say. Big Brother is watching." Another book with yellowed pages that her grandmother owned. She knew that the mayor would not get the reference, but it had felt like the right thing to say.
Hours later, Evelyn was standing in front of a crowd of people who hated her because of what she was here to do. She gives a speech with a sad smile, then draws a girl's name.
"Olivia Alexander."
A slender girl with blonde hair who was intimidating despite her tiny frame stepped forward. Evelyn asked for volunteers. There were none.
Evelyn drew the boy's name.
"William Daniels."
A sixteen year old, who was almost a man from working in the mines, walked to the stage. There was no volunteers for him, either.
She smiled sadly. "Let the games began."