Yay! I am finally starting my first chapter! Sorry it took so long to get started. Make sure to review, so I know if I did good or not, or if I portrayed your character wrong. Hope you like it!
Libby Campbell
"Libby Campbell!" The escort Thaila calls out my name. I don't like it. I want her to call someone else. But that isn't going to happen. I make my way up to the stage and stand there, afraid to move or speak.
I can see my family in the large crowd facing the stage. My little sister Rileigh is crying, although I doubt she knows what's happening. She's only six. My parents on the other hand, have no shortage of information. My mom is sobbing and my dad has his arm around her shoulder, but his eyes are filled with concern and fixed on me.
I'm not going to win. Everyone knows that. And when Thaila calls for volunteers, surprisingly, no one speaks out.
Demitri Getlyn
Libby Campbell. I know her from school. She's in my year, and we talked some. But she never liked me, I could tell, so I stayed away. And now she's this year's tribute.
My dad won the games several years ago. He's always pressured me to volunteer. I don't know if I want to though. My mom supports him, of course, but she always does. It almost seems like she's his little puppet who's just there to back him up.
"Lawrence Yalere!" Thaila reads. A small twelve year old boy steps onto the stage. This year, I know I have to volunteer. I'm not going to let this kid kill himself, and it'll get my dad off my back.
"Any volunteers?" Thaila asks the crowd. I raise my hand, and know this is the end.
Normally, I'd do more reapings per chapter, but I've been REALLY busy, and I felt like I just needed to post something, but next time I'll do a lot more districts, if not all of them. REVIEW!