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District 1 Reaping
Miracle Prince POV
I woke up to my usual luxurious house. Though I was still rather tired I jumped out of bed rather quickly. For today was my time to shine. I would not be like my brother who died in his games, but that was four years back during the eighth hunger games.
I went downstairs and sat at my usual spot at the table. The head. My parents don't mind because they think of me as a heroin since my brother died. He was their favorite, until he died. That left me. My parents spoil.
I got up and went to get some waffle from the warmer. My servants always set my breakfast in the warmer about 10 minutes before I wake up.
I reached into the small space a pulled out a humongous plate of steaming hot waffles. While carrying my plate of waffles back to the table, I grabbed the whipped cream from the Fridge.
As usual I poured on the whipped cream generously. Then I sprinkled strawberries on the top. I had to stay fed if I was going to win the hunger games. Though I knew I was because being the best in training, I am skilled at knives, spears, maces, and am mediocre at the bow and arrow.
10 minutes later I finished up my meal and frolicked upstairs. In my room I found my mother laying out my handmade dress. The base color was purple with light blue ruffles at the bottom. In the middle there was a light blue ribbon that tied all the way around. It was also smaller at my waist to illuminate my curves.
My mother smiled at me and motioned for me to come over. I sat in the chair by her and looked in the mirror at myself. When I looked at my face all I saw pure beauty. I had a thin figure and am exceptionally tall for I am 5'8''. My mother unclipped my hair and tendrils of long stunning black hair. My hair enlightens my eyes because of the consistency of blue on black.
My mother brushed out the knots and laid it over my shoulders. I then changed into my dress and added a generous amount of make-up. My mother looked me in the eyes and said, "I know you can win, unlike your unlawful brother." I hugged her and turned toward the door. At the threshold was my father looking very proud.
He took me into a big bear hug and said, "You'll do great." After those words, I headed off to the reaping.
The town square was already filled with people. I headed towards the 16's section and stood beside a girl that was ugly so that if they took pictures, I would look even more beautiful then I was.
My dad then walked up to the podium in did the annual speech. Then Bure Huji walked up and said the traditional Happy Hunger Games, May the Odds Be Ever in your favor. She reached into the ball and pulled out Blur Gores. No way was that thing going to steal my glory.
Before anyone could even blink, I walked up to the stage and pushed Blur out of the way. Now it was final, I was going to win the 12th hunger games.
Daunime Jarrome (Daun) POV
The girl who just volunteered looked like tough competition. The way she pushed that little 12 year old out of the way was just rude. I wouldn't even do that. Before I could even think Bure Huji called out Daunime Jarrome.
As I walked up, my curly brown hair and light blue eyes made me look younger then I was, which was 17. At school I was considered handsome and I didn't try to be popular, it just happens.
When I was up on stage and looking out at the crowd, I started to have second thoughts. Do I really want this? My mom had always been urging me to work harder in training.
She was the main reason I was doing this. I had signed up for the maximum number of tessere, which were 300.
My dad was the opposite. He never wanted me to go to the games. Though, it was too late, I was on the stage and after the handshake of Miracle, was rushed into the Justice building for good byes.
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