Thanks for your reviews! A couple things...
Un: I'm not as happy with this reaping as I was with the others but it'll do for now. I'll edit some things later. Flint's name is a pun on Clint Eastwood, if you did not notice :)
Deux: If I write another SYOP Hunger Games, which I might do as like a sequel to these games, I think I'll skip the Reapings and go right to arriving the Capitol, or the train rides. It just takes too long D:
Trois: I'm going to set up a poll soon on my profile where you can vote for who you want to win the games! Look for it soon!
Anyways, don't own the Hunger Games. I wish I did but alas -crycryteartear- ...Enjoy!
Flint Westbark
I stand surrounded by so many other kids. I know a lot of them. I go to school with them. I can see my twin fifteen-year-old brothers arguing bitterly a little ways in front of where I stand. Their names are Casco and Florus. My three other brothers also are in the crowd somewhere, my younger twelve-year-old brother, Marcus, my sixteen-year-old brother, Gren, and my eighteen-year-old brother, Tuck. I've also got a baby sister, Stem, but she's only 3 and obviously too young to be reaped. Six boys and one girl. We drive our mother mad.
My mom says I ask too many questions sometimes. But if I don't, how am I supposed to learn anything? I'll admit it; I wasn't born the brightest kid in the world like Marcus was. I got born with a slightly messed up head. But I turned out all right, I guess.
"Flint Westbark!" Who's calling my name? I glance around, confused. Kids have turned to stare at me, some are giggling, and some are rolling their eyes. Is there something on my shirt? I dust off my hand me down gray suit self-consciously. "Flint Westbark?" The voice again. Who the heck is talking to me?
"Flint—" A girl I go to school with named Anya shakes my shoulder. "It's you Flint, you've got to go up—" She speaks hesitantly. I don't get it, until she points towards the stage. By now everyone has turned to look at me. Suddenly I realize who was calling my name.
Alexa Stevens
"Can he not hear well or something?"
My friend Karina asks me as our escort calls Flint Westbark for the second time. The escort, Helves, has begun sweating profusely, knowing that the Capitol will probably be guffawing at our district and Flint's stupidity.
"No," I try to explain, just as Flint seems to understand what's going on. He hurries up to the stage, looking embarrassed and completely out of sorts. Karina and Evangeline, my two best friends and I turn to face the front once again. Helves glares at Flint, angry that the young boy has stalled everything. He must think Flint made him look bad. In my opinion, he didn't need Flint's help there. His bright green wig hurts your eyes, and you can tell it's not his real hair because it had begun to slip to one side, revealing a bald head underneath.
"Any volunteers?" Helves asks the crowd icily. I expect one of Flint's five brothers to step in; I know the Westbark family okay. They live a few streets down from us and I work with Flint's brother Gren on occasion, since we're the same age. But none of them do. I can't help but be a little shocked. I see Gren to my far left. He is looking away from Flint and the stage. He looks as if he might be crying.
"Let's get on with it, then" Helves tiptoes away to select a girl tribute. I sigh and glance at Flint again. His hands are clasped together in front of him, his eyes wide and timid. He looks like a rabbit that's about to be devoured. I feel so bad for the poor guy, like I just want to give him a hug. Maybe I'll visit him when he goes to the Justice Building before he gets sent away on the train to the Capitol. "Poor guy" I mutter and my friends nod in agreement.
Helves has returned with a name. The name is Alexa Stevens.
Evageline grips my arm tightly and Karina begins to cry. I just stand there paralyzed before forcing myself forward. I have to shake my friends off me as I make my way up. My blood feels if it's gone cold. My body seems to be controlled by an unearthly force that drags me up to the stage and places me next to Flint. Now there are two fearful tributes that Helves stare at. "Your tributes for District 5, Flint Westbark and Alexa Stevens" He says flatly, and even though the crowd claps, there is no enthusiasm in the echoing sound.
Flint turns to me, and I turn to him. We know each other at least a little. We shake hands and I feel like I might cry. Because as much as I want to comfort Flint, I am now in need of a hug too.