A big thank you to pure-black-wings, who was my first review and follow! Here's chapter 2!
KT
I walked to the square in District 11, closely followed by Peacekeepers. I hated everything about District 11. The reaping mostly sped by me, as I wasn't paying attention. Then I heard the words that pulled me back to the present. "Kara-Tatiana Rush!"
I stood in shock, not moving, not believing. "Kara-Tatiana?"
I slowly walked to the stage, trying not to let the tears roll. I looked at the broken faces of my family. I was just sentenced to death.
"And now for the boys!" The woman piped, practically skipping over to the other crystal ball. "Alfred Lewis!"
I recognized the scrawny, scared boy the moment he got to the stage. His older brother was reaped last year, and his younger sister the year before. Both were killed. The odds were certainly not in his family's favor.
Willow
I skipped to the square on reaping day, smoothing my hair. In District 7, no one enjoyed the reaping, although I usually tried to act cheerful for my mother's sake. She got pregnant with me as a teen and my father got reaped before I was born. I prayed each night that I wouldn't get reaped, for my sake as much as hers. But the odds weren't in my favor, anyone could guess. Being related to a former Tribute guarantees you a spot in the Games. If your related to a victor then your worse off, but there's none of them here. Our victors never had children. So when the name "Willow Jenks" rang out, I wasn't surprised. Mum, on the other hand, was bawling her eyes out and screaming. It broke my heart. The next name was one I never wanted to hear. "Jerome Clarke!" I had been crushing on him since second grade and it was even more heartbreaking to see his little sister, I believe her name is Poppy, cling to him as his name was called. He shook her up and walked up with no expression and I shook his hand, the hand I've been wanting to touch for so long but not in this way. My life was over, in a literal way.
Joy
Here in District 2, the reapings are a big deal. I mean, they only come once a year! My name would only be in it for two more years, seeing as I was 17. If I didn't get into the Games, I would volunteer at some point. I didn't care if I died. I had a pretty good chance of winning. I ran to the square and sat through the boring history of Panem. Then the name was called. "Joy Mercer!"
I heard a whole bunch of guys getting excited and girls tripping over each other to volunteer. But in the end, the volunteering got so out of hand that they just sent me to the Capitol. Some guy was called up and was quickly replaced by Benjamin Reed, one of the most advanced guys in training. Right then and there I made a promise to myself that I would be the one to kill him.
Mara
In District 8, the textile district, reapings are saddening for families and tributes but brushed aside by everyone with anyone without a connection to the tributes. Even if they were your friend-they were gone, and that was it. You moved on. You don't dwell on the past here-of course, you have to watch the games but that was all. If you're a tribute, on the other hand-well, imagine the worst hell possible, then multiply that pain, sorrow, anger, etc. by about 783 million. That was what happened if you're a tribute. I knew this because both of my parents were tributes at one point, and victors. Being the daughter of one victor guarantees you being a tribute, but of two…So of course when my name was called, I wasn't surprised. I had been preparing for this my entire life. When John, however, was called, I nearly cried. John Saunders was my best friend, and my boyfriend of 4 years, since we were thirteen. Now I knew that if I made it back-highly unlikely, being the daughter of two tributes is rare and pretty much puts you in for one hell of a fight-I wouldn't have a best friend. And if he made it back, he'd find some lovely girl to marry and have children with, and he'd forget Mara Jaffray ever existed. I tried not to think about that on the train ride to the Capitol and enjoy my time with him.
TBC!
Please review! And I'm starting something new. Whoever reviews gets a preview of the next chapter! So please review! The next chapter will focus on Nina and Fabian in, you guessed it, District 12, my favorite district. Ok, I'm done. Bye!
