District 2 Reaping
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Scarlett Jones POV
The screaming of my siblings and the yelling of my dad was enough to make a corpse wake up. Though I was sort of glad that they woke me up at 5:00 in the morning.
I had been having a nightmare. It was about my mother who had died. I remember it vividly.
It was a particular cold day in District 3, the sidewalks were icy and my mother had bots on that would slip under any surface, none the less ice. My little brother and sister were on either side of her, while holding her hands.
I was behind them to catch my siblings if they fell, though I was not expecting to catch my mother. I was seven years old then, my brother and sister three and four. Having seven-year-old spot a 30-year-old woman was not a good idea.
She was laughing with the kids, when a teenager ran past our mother and knocked over her and Fern, my younger sister. I was able to reach Fern, but I couldn't get my mother. She was much taller then me, and therefore much heavier.
Mom fell backward and was not able to turn around. Her head was smashed on the sidewalk. My dad thought that money could fix her because I was very rich for a district 3 peasant.
Though, I knew that she was dead the second she slipped. I felt a little guilty about her falling, for I was the person to catch people if they fell. I had killed my mother that day. That was the day that I came up with the resolution of never killing anything.
Not even a fly, even if I was reaped for the hunger games. I would not kill.
It was the worst day of my life. While I was having my flashback moment I realized that I had walked downstairs and ate breakfast because I had an empty cereal bowl in front of me.
Now, I thought was the time to get ready for my second reaping. My closet was filled with shorts and T-shirts. I was not the kind of girl to dress up. At school I was not that popular because I was smart, had anger issues, people said I was and attention hog, too caring, loved animals too much, and I was very sneaky.
I dug through my closet and found a green dress with a frill around the edges. I thought this would have to do.
While the dress was on I looked in the mirror and really looked at myself. I was very tiny, at 4'9'' and I had curly blonde hair, green eyes and very pale skin.
I then went downstairs to gather dad and the kids to go to my second reaping.
Lane Johnson POV
I hated this, I hated the capitol, and I hated the hunger games. Why would the capitol want to see innocent kids fight to the death? But then I corrected myself, because they're the capitol.
My sister had died in the hunger games; she was reaped at 13 years old. That was seven years ago when I was eight. Now I am 15 and taking care of my little brother. When he was born my mother died and my father killed himself.
He was too traumatized of taking care of himself without our mother. If I got reaped in the hunger games we would have a problem. I knew no one who would take care of Abe. He was only seven.
Now I had to get ready for my fourth reaping. I was relieved that Abe wasn't twelve yet so I didn't have to worry about him getting reaped.
My closet was all ragged and not full of fancy clothes because I was part of the very poor percentage of district 3.
So I grabbed some brown khakis and a white shirt, they didn't have that many stains. Though I skipped breakfast because I was too nervous. When I went to get Abe, I found him trying to get dressed.
I went over to help him get his arm through the right whole, when I realized that it was almost time for the reaping. Getting Abe ready didn't take long, so after he was done I ran off to the town square.
When I got there, I set Abe down on a chair in the audience, close enough to me so I could see him. The 15's area was already pretty crowded. When I stepped in the district escort, Alysen Able walked up to the stage. She said the speech and reached into the girls' ball.
Scarlett Jones, I looked around to see who the "lucky" person was. There in the crown, I saw a small blonde girl in the 13's that seemed very helpless. She had a straight face on as the girl walked up to the stage.
No volunteers, like anyone would volunteer.
Then the boys where called. While Alysen was reaching in to the ball, I was watching Abe. I didn't even here her call the name. After I looked up, a boy nudged me and I realized that I was picked. While slowly making my way to the stage I was crying on the inside, who would take care of Abe.
Was it good, too long? Am I making the characters personalities known? R&R
-Battle-Royale-Hiroki