Okay, so here's the next chapter in the syot
Velvet Marble 17
V.V groans as sunlight streams into her room at the mayors mansion. She turns over, attempting to hide her eyes from the suns unforgiving glare. Sighing, she pushes back the covers and sits up, picking up her brush and running it through her bright red hair. Her silver eyes glance around the room as she searches for something to wear and suddenly remembers that she has to wake up her brother, Clos.
She pads silently down the hall to where her brother snores and creeps in. The sight of him, looking so peaceful as he sleeps reminds her of the time before their life fell apart. When their parents died and their grandfather went insane. She shivers at the memory and shakes her brother. His silver eyes snap open and he fixes her with a glare.
"It's reaping day, V.V, leave me alone"
"You told me to wake you up when I woke up"
"Not at 7 in the morning" He growls but gets up
V.V leaves his room so that he can get changed and heads downstairs. The air feels tense and she realizes that her grandfather must be up. Quickly, so as not to be seen by him, she dashes back to her room to get ready.
"V.V, you ready?" Clos asks
She nods, looking down at the red dress she's wearing. It was knee length and had short sleeves on it, the neckline cut not too low and on her feet were a pair of red heals. She looks down the hallway, searching for signs of their grandfather before dashing to the door.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
Her heart sank but her brother replies "To the reaping, to volunteer and never have to come back to this place again"
She sees a blur and hears a slap as their grandfather slaps her brother. She glares at him. "Don't you dare slap my brother" She hisses. Her grandfather looks at her, slight respect in his eyes before turning.
"Get out of my sight, both of you and if I see either of you again, I will make you wish you had died with your parents." His threat sounds real
They head to the square and see that everyone is already their. V.V waits for the escort to make his spiel before he draws the four names of the girl tributes.
"Lia Kioon" a girl of sixteen walks up
"Lyric Esmond" another sixteen year old
"Kayla Burgandy" this was it.
"I volunteer as tribute" She yells, walking forward.
"oh, wonderful, what is your name dear?"
"Velvet Marble" her voice is lifeless as she looks at her brother