The Reapings of District 11
I buttoned up my khaki pants and walked over to my closet and grabbed my nice brown shoes. I sat down on the bed and slipped them on one by one, tying the brown laces slowly. I was getting ready for the annual Reapings of the Hunger Games. I heard a knock at the door, "Come in." My thirteen-year-old sister walked in and sat down on the bed next to me. She was wearing a light purple dress with dark purple polka dots all over it. It was skin tight and reached her mid-thigh.
"Will I get picked?" she asked nervously.
"I'm not sure," I responded. "But there's only the slightest chance you will be. It's like a one in a thousand chance."
"Is that good?" she asked again.
"Yes, I won't let anything happen to you."
Then she left, still unsure. I felt so bad, this was only her second time in the Reapings. I made sure she didn't take any tesserae, only I did. My grandma didn't have as much money as our parents did, but they were gone for good now so there was no changing that. They left us each more than a thousand dollars but we can't get into the safe until we are eighteen. I finally decided to go into the living room until the Reapings started. "Hi, grandma," I said as I walked in.
"Hi, Colton. Good luck today," she said hugging me.
"Thanks, but I don't have a very big chance of being picked, there are hundreds of people in District 11 besides me."
Then she told us to come on because we were leaving for the Reapings. I don't think she had a response anyways. When we got there, about two hundred people were already there waiting. I stepped into the roped area for fourteen year olds and Lexi was right behind me for thirteens. "Hello, everybody, and welcome to the annual Reapings for the ninety-ninth Hunger Games!" yelled Jayjay Sammens, District 11's escort. "May the Reapings begin! First, our girl tribute!" and she walked over to the large, glass ball filled with girls' names from District 11-including Lexi's. She built up suspense and she pulled out a small, white piece of paper and gasped as she opened it. She walked back over to the microphone and calls out, "Alexis Clark!"
"Oh my gosh!" I scream and everybody exchanges glances between me and Lexi. I turn around to see her staring wide-eyed into space. I couldn't let this happen. I stood up as high as I could, "Somebody volunteer! Please! Please!" I kept yelling yet nobody seemed to hear me. "I'm sorry," I whisper to her as she slowly walks to the stage.
"Congratulations, and now our boy tribute!" she shrieks and walks over to the boys' reaping ball. "Markelle Danielss!" she calls out. He was my best friend, and was seventeen years old. "I volunteer!" I yell.
"We have a volunteer!" she calls out as I walk up to the stage. I stand next to Lexi, I was going to do everything I possibly could to keep her alive in the Games. "And what is your name?"
"Colton Clark," I say bravely.
"Well congrats to our District 11 tributes and may the odds be ever in your favor!"