sorry this reaping is so short! i actually really like these characters too, but part of me feels brain dead and I could not think of anything to write. i promise to include more on your tributes, but truthfully I just want to get the reapings done!
you can vote for your favorite tributes on my profile. i don't own the hunger games :(
Alei Brann
The girl who volunteers take the stage and the crowd's breathe away. The girl who volunteers for tribute has almond shaped blue eyes and wavy red hair. The girl who volunteered for tribute is waving and squealing with excitement. The look on everyone's faces tells me that I am right; everyone assumes that this girl is crazy. But I know Pearl Anderson all too well.
We are the same age and attend school together. She is one of the more popular girls while I sit in the middle of things, more or less. I stick with my pals. I don't have much time for social work because I have my family to attend to. So if you ask me the name of someone in my grade, I probably wouldn't be able to tell you who he or she was. But I do know Pearl Anderson. All the kids our age know Pearl. She makes herself known, you could say. And everyone who does know her are probably cheering on the inside, because they realize that District 7 might actually have a victor this year. We've only had two victors in the 23 years the Hunger Games have been held, Marsha Thorton and Gashwin Hop. Gashwin actually won the second Games, if I'm remembering correctly. They watch Pearl now and glance at one another, uncertain if they've just gotten an overly enthusiastic tribute or a complete loon. I smile slightly at the scene because in a way, it is comical. The escort seems to be inspired by Pearl's enthusiasm and continues merrily about how he will now select the male tribute.
Oh, I also forgot to mention. I've been having this weird feeling all morning. You know that feeling, don't you? When you just know something's going to happen to you. It's like a suspenseful, edgy spark that creeps into your brain. So when my name is called next, I don't act surprised because I'm not. As I walk up to the stage, I look up to see Pearl watching me, like a hawk watches her prey. Figures. I would get chosen for the games that have the killer district partner.
Pearl Anderson
My parents wrap me in giant hugs in the farewell room, telling me how amazing I am and how they're so proud of me. As I return their warm embrace, I sneer at my two brothers who stand in the corner of the room, looking sulky and relatively pissed off. They're without a doubt wishing they'd stepped up and volunteered as well, being the pride of the family. As my parents pull away I replace the mocking sneer with an eager smile. "I'm really looking forward to it," I tell them truthfully "I sure will miss you though"
"Oh honey, we'll miss you too. We'll be rooting for you" My father claps me on the back and my mother fails to hold back tears. The Peacekeepers have made it to the door and are motioning for my family to leave. My brothers waste no time pushing the doors without another glance at me, but my parents cheer me on even as they are being forcefully pulled out. Once they have disappeared for good, I grin at the ceiling and lean back on the plush couch I sit upon now. I honestly can't wait for these games to start. I intend to ally myself with the Careers—but I'll make sure I do this as soon as possible. Probably around when we begin training, I'll throw some knives around to show them that they'd be foolish killing me off like some of those other weaklings. I've always thought just because you aren't from a Career district, it doesn't mean you can't be a Career.
My friends Lila and Shelly visit me next, telling me about how lucky I am to be on television and how they'll know I win the games. I listen to them, but in my head I am already laying out a deeper plan to pull off my victory.