Thanks a lot for reviewing: Emily Mason, The Fist Maraudette, and Movingoutathewayitzh
I feel very loved! Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Recaps of the Reapings
Like she said she would, 43 minutes later Mandy collected me for dinner.
It smelled amazing. The smell of chicken over took the room. (A/N: I was disgusted when writing this, seeing as I'm a vegan.) I could tell they had other things, too, because I smelled a mixture of them. But the chicken had the strongest smell. My mouth watered. I've only ever had chicken twice, and when I did, it wasn't much. But I thought itw as the best thing ever. I made a note to not eat much. I always thought that the capitol giving the tributes a lot of food was a trick so that their stomachs would get used to eating a lot so that in the Games they would be more prone to hunger (therefore the 'Hunger Games') and eat their food supply quickly. Not that it really mattered to the careers. They usually take over the cornucopia and have enough food for ten people to stay alive for a week. So they were fine to eat as much as they want. As for the others, one usually starved during the games.
It took all my self-restraint to not eat until I exploded. It was the best food I've ever tasted. And I didn't know what half the stuff was. Mandy kept asking if I needed help or wanted anything else. No and no.
"You should eat more." she told me when I pushed my almost full plate away from me. "You're a growing girl."
"I'm not hungry." I told her. It was kind of true, I wasn't hungry- but I wasn't exactly full, either.
"Well, there's still one more course! Dessert!" she stretched out the word 'dessert'. "You should eat a piece of pie or something!"
"No thank you." I told her. When the desserts came, I had to bite my lip from digging in. I could smell strawberry cheesecake and warm apple pie.
"Sure you don't want any?" Mandy asked me.
"Positive." I said. They sat in silence for a while. I could hear the 'clinks' of metal hitting glass.
When the courses were done, Mandy took us to another compartment to watch the reapings. Or in my case, hear.
In the first three districts, someone always volunteered. In the career districts, it was an honor to be a tribute in the Games. In District 1, two of the boys volunteered, so their escort had to choose one- a boy named Victor Lederer. He said "My name is Victor Lederer, and I'm going to be the 42nd Hunger Game's victor!"
The careers always sounded cocky, and there was no exceptions to this years'. All thought they were going to win. But there can only be one winner, so a few will be very disappointed. All the careers sounded like a threat.
They got to District 7's reapings. I heard my name being called.
"You know, you looked really terrified when they called your name." Vince told me. I sent a glare his way, mentally telling him 'I hate you'. He snickered.
I heard Anne say she'd volunteer. Well, she almost said it. She was cut off.
"That's your sister, right?" Mandy asked. I nodded. "Looks just like you!" I've never had someone tell me that, but that ruled out the absurd idea of my mother kidnapping me from my alien parents.
"I bet she does." I mused. The girl in District 12, Ellen Forcier, broke down crying when her name was announced. She was probably one of the 12 year olds. No one volunteered for her, though. I felt slightly bad for her. Just like me, she'd probably die during the blood bath. Then again, it sould just be a ploy, and she could be immensely strong or something, but I highly doubted that. District 12 tributes were almost always small and frail, dying either during the blood bath or shortly after it. They've only every had one victor, Alk Medley, and I'm sure his victory was only a fluke. Besides, my Anne has always told me that he wasn't going to live another year, even though he did, so he was probably really old. Or drunk. Maybe even both.
We hear the anthem play, signaling that was the end of the reapings.
"Well, that was fun." Warnende said sarcastically.
"Yes! Now time for bed! It's ten o'clock! We'll be arriving at the capitol tomorrow. It's going to be a big day!" Mandy said. "Let's go, Cecilia!"
She took my hand again and stood me up, dragging me out of the compartment. She took me to my room and left. I swear she's made it her life duty to help the blind girl.
I laid in bed for a few minutes, thinking about what the stylists might dress me up in. I hope it's not another tree costume. That's the only thing my mom's told me that they dress District 7's tributes up in. Every year. I heard they've got a new District 7 stylist, though. The past one's died away- who knows how. I was definitely anxious and didn't know when I fell asleep.
"Come on, come on, come on! Rise and shine! It's a beautiful day!" Mandy's voice called out. I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. "You get to meet your stylists today and get remodeled!"
"What time is it?" I asked, groggily.
"6:30 A.M.!" She said cheerfully. She's that cheerful at this time in the morning? What ever kind of energy drink she has, I want some. My head fell back to my pillow, falling back to sleep.
"The trains about to stop, you need to get ready, Cecilia!" Mandy provoked.
"Okay, okay…"I said, rolling out of the comfortable bed.
"See, I'm up." I said. Just then, the train jerked to a stop, pushing me to the ground with an "ugh!"
"Ah, we're here!" Mandy said, clapping her hands together. "Let's go, Cecilia! No fooling around." She took my hand, roughly pulling me up and dragged me through a bunch of compartments and then down a few stairs, where I breathed in fresh air, telling me we were outside.
That's all for now. 11 O'clock at night, want to go to bed.
Still, reviews are definitely appreciated.