Kameron Vegas
District 10
I wake up with a thud. "Ow," I say quietly, as I slowly push my way off the ground. It figures I would fall off the bed in the middle of the night. My family won't be happy that I woke them up, either.
I sigh as I stand up completely, taking a peek at the clock.6:00 A.M. Well, at least it isn't that early. I shuffle over to my dresser, as I listen to doors opening in the rooms around me. I in turn pull open the dresser next to me, then pull out my nicest pair of pants, which are really just nice jeans. Next I grab a long-sleeved white button down, and pull them both on.
Next I grab a pair of black tennis, which I got because I didn't want to waste money on getting dress ones for once a year. These are a bit trickier to get on – they are getting a bit small.
The last thing I grab is a bracelet, which I slide under my sleeve. It says the word Laylee on it, which is my mother's name. Was, my mothers name, before she died. But that was years ago – 4 exactly. I should forget about her, stop being sad. But I am not as close to the rest of my family as I was to mom.
She died from depression. We are pretty sure she committed suicide, but no one knows. She was depressed because she had to marry my dad, who beat her even though she loved him, because he didn't love her.
I shake the thoughts out of my head, causing my dark brown hair to fly around my forehead, finally landing in front of my emerald eyes. I push it out of the way, and make my way out of my room, then down the hall, where I finally stop in the kitchen. No one is up yet, so I decide to just have some buttered bread.
As I make it, my dog Layla comes over, and tries to lean onto my leg. When I move it, she falls over onto the ground. "Sorry Layla." I mutter, and then put my piece of bread down. I help her back up, and cringe at the fact that her name – Layla – sounds so much like Laylee. For the second time today, I shake it out of my head, and proceed to eat my bread. As I do, my dad comes down the hall.
"Hey kid." Hey says to me, as he continued to grab his own piece of bread and put it in the toaster, as long as another piece for Kassie. "It's the reaping today." It bugs me how he says this like its no big deal, like no one could possibly be hurt because of it. But we both know that at least one, if not both of the tributes, won't be coming home.
"Yeah." Is all I say, which is fine, because Kassie and her happy self comes out right then, proceeding to grab her toast and eat it, all in about 30 seconds.
Dad ignores me and turns to Kassie. "Hungry much?" He makes his way to the door, Kassie following behind him. "Coming?" He calls to me, and I follow slowly behind him.
OoOoO
I make my way over to the 14's, alone. I, unlike others, don't have any friends to stand by. I suppose it may be because I'm to quiet.
I wait patiently through everything the Mayor says, and my attention doesn't peak until he introduces the escort.
"And now welcome, Alex Ramondo!" A tall, pale, blue haired man comes out, his also blue lips curved into a smile.
"Hello District 10! Lets pick our tributes! Ladies First!" Alex goes for the bowel, and I wonder who will die this year. I don't have to worry about Kassie until next year, so I don't have anyone I care about in there.
"Melody Kres!" Alex yells into the crowd.
No one answers, but there is a scream, then a thud. My emerald eyes go to the 12's, where people are backing away from a girl. The peacekeepers go over to get her, and they actually bring her up there and hand her to Alex. He holds up the little girl, and I notice his blue nails.
"Any volunteers for the young lady?" Alex calls, which is followed by silence. "Well, the boys the!" He carried Melody with him, and I was shocked. Couldn't they just take her to the train? Surely…?
"Kameron Vegas?" My eyes blink as I look at the stage, and all I can think about as I walk up are two things. One, I had missed them pulling out the name. Two, it was better me dying then anyone else here. I have nothing to live for.
We don't shake hands, because obviously Melody can't.
"Congratulations to the tributes from District Ten, Melody and Kameron! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
OoOoO
Kassie comes in with tears running down her face, and as soon as I take a few steps toward her she clamps onto me.
"Kameron! Don't die! Please! I need you!" Her tears leave a stain on my white shirt, but I don't mind. I hug her back, feeling terrible for getting picked. But I already went through this – it could have been someone with a future ahead of them.
After about ten minutes the peacekeepers finally come in, and pry Kassie off my. She soon goes into hysterics, but they are unfazed and take her anyway.
And then no one comes. No friends, not even my dad. No one.
Melody Kres
District 10
When I open my eyes, I'm on a train. "Wha-?" I start to say, before I notice a boy next to me.
"Who are you?" I ask, as I push myself up. He turns his head so he is facing me.
Hey hesitates a bit before speaking, which is a little quieter then I had expected. "I'm Kameron Vegas. Your district partner." He hesitates again before continuing. "I figured I would stay here by you and wait for you to wake up. No one I want to talk to here, anyway."
I twist my braid around my finger, and look up at him. "What happened?"
"You passed out." He answers simply.
I sigh and let myself slide back down the wall of the train. I figured that much.
I didn't even get a final goodbye.
A/N – Waddo you think? Onto District 11 guys! These may be getting shorter, I apologize! But I really just want them done so I can plan everything out. I'm not the only one right? Maybe I will get 11 done tomorrow. I might even try to get another in tonight.
I'm making up for when I died for a while.
How about a bowl of strawberry Ice Cream?