The Reaping
"Hyacinth! Get down here!" I could hear my mom calling for my sister, it was reaping day. The 103rd Hunger Games were going to begin soon and my mom and dad were the victors of the 74th and 75th Hunger Games and my mom was the Mockingjay: The Leader of the Rebellion. The games had continued to avenge my aunts death and my sister and I had no choice but to have our names in the Reaping.
"You guys! NOW!" As I walked down the hall I passed Hyacinths room and I saw Hyacinth in her room with Joey Hawthorne, making out. So me being the stupid younger sister I am, went in and said "hey guys! Can I join the party?" Hyacinth threw a pillow at my head and screamed "Amber! Get out!"
"Hyacinth, Joey has to leave, his father wants him home." She sighed and kissed him goodbye...passionately, the way i see my mother and father do sometimes. "Ewww!" I said. Joey smacked me upside the head and walked out. Hyacinth just looked at me with scowl then ruffled my hair, the way she always does.
"Mom!" I screamed as she tucked the back of my shirt in and brushed my tangled hair. "Amber, it's only this way because your father lets you go hunting and you just run through the brush like-" I cut her off. "Like you?" She nodded "Yes sweetie, just like me." My father walked into the room and looked at Hyacinth and smiled. She had beautiful blonde hair like my father and it was braided on the top of her head. Then my father looked at me and his face looked disappointed, I could see why. I have red hair and so many freckles, I look NOTHING like my mother or my father. The kids at school nicknamed me Panems outcast. My father was staring at me and I pulled the back of my shirt out and said "quack." then walked away. I looked back and saw tears beginning to form in my moms eyes.
The walk to District 12s Towne Square was somber and i held Hyacinths hand real tight and asked "Will we be ok?" She had no answer, it was silent until she leaned down and kissed my head saying "your names in there once, Amber it won't be you." I looked at her in disbelief because my mom said the same thing to Aunt Prim and she had been picked. I stood in line with kids from school, staying silent while I watched Hyacinth talk to all the girls from her year.
This girl, much younger then Effie herself stood onstage next to Effie who at this time was quite old and frail. She introduced the girl as her daughter Ophelia Trinket-Abernathy. A sigh was heard over the crowd as Ophelia waved and smiled, she looked just like her mother but also like Haymitch. "Ladies first," she said she sounded just like Effie but with less of a Capitol accent. Ophelia reached her hand into the reaping ball and pulled a name that sounded ever so familiar but this girl was not me or my sister, it was my mom.