Hey guys! I still don't have a beta, but I did my best to edit this chapter myself. I'm so anxious to get these chapters out that I don't want to wait. Please anyone interested in being my beta?
Anyway, Thanx to LetItRain21 for her character! Enjoy!
Gabriel Witherspoon
I pull on kaki pants, my shaggy golden hair falling into my eyes. I run a hand through my hair, leaving it messy. Just the way I like it. I shrug on a white button down shirt, not bothering to button it before I slip out the door. Ignoring the staring girls, I button my shirt with swift precession. I trudge silently to the main square. It's a nice day, but I don't pay any attention. The world is still its terrible self. It always will be.
I stand with the other sixteen year olds, but I don't talk to anyone. I never did, never will. Mayor Crosby steps on stage, and begins his speech. He talks about how terrible the rebellion was, and how we now have to pay the consequences. Well you know what? I think we would have had to pay the consequences anyway. The world's just cruel like that. The escort, Lace, jumps onto the stage, her purple curls bouncing.
"Happy Hunger Games!" Lace trills "Ladies First!" She shoves her hand into the glass bowl to her left. "Jessamine Adee!" Lace cheers happily. I turn to look at the fourteen year old girl who has just been sentenced to her death. She's one of the most innocent girls in the district. And now she is going to die. The second Jessamine steps onto the stage, Lace shoves her hand into the boys bowl. Lace smoothes the glossy piece of paper and smiles as if this was the best person who could have possibly been picked. "Gabriel Witherspoon!" She yells. Terror rips through me. I mean, I suspected this would happen eventually, my life's just like that, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared of dying. I force myself to put one foot in front of the other, and choke down a scream. No, I'm not going to say a word. Lace shakes my hand, but I barely noticed her indigo hand in my tan one. It seems I'm finally going to die.