Vasilisa Brookshier District 1.
"Would this outfit look better or maybe the one before? I don't know what to wear! Why of all days can I not make my mind?" Of course my sister would not be able to decide what to wear the time we are running late. This had been the twelfth outfit she had tried on and all have looked great on her. However, I strongly enjoyed watching her with the outfits since I could plan for future references what outfits would look good on me. That was the one benefit of being an identical twin.
"Vasaya, we are running late and you look good in every outfit. Why else did we buy the clothes now let us get going to the reaping." As I say this I stood up from my seat on the bed to examine myself in the mirror. I wore a dress with white ruffles on the breasts and right under began a black skirt that was tight and ended mid thigh but after the hips it slightly loosened. The material contained a sparkle here and there that complimented my black tights that had soem glitter through out and my black high heels. Twirling my hair and pouting my lips I made sure I was presentable as I saw the figure in the mirror behind me in a baggy white shirt that revealed a sneak peek of my sister's bra and a black mini skirt with black strappy heels. Our faces showed the exact expression with our golden blonde hair curled and pinned up. Glancing over both pairs of sapphire eyes met and simaltaniously we walked away from the mirror, which had to have been our best friend. Running down our stairs we almost collided with our mother who was anxiously waiting for us as she tapped her foot. For a widow she made sure that she kept the dignity of their wealthy family. As we walked down to the Reapings I was thankful that we lived extremely close to town square. As my sister and I ran in to the seventeen line we began to chat with our friends on who we thought may be reaped this year or who will volunteer. There was an unofficial pact that no one would volunteer for anyone over sixteen years of age. Sighing, I took the time to relax as we heard the mayor say her speech and the Capitolite began to cheerfully declare how they were exactly going to go for ladies' first. Shocker, they did that every single year. The most enjoyable thing dealing with reapings was the new outfit I got and the bets we had going on on whether the person from the Capitolite was male or female. They were flat as a board but had a very feminine face to them with long eyelashes and their full lips. They also seemed to wear heels. As the crowd silenced she called out the name. Vasilisa Brookshier. Immediately my sister began to sob as I took the moment to figure out what they had said. They had said my name wrong and it annoyed me to no end but I calmly walked up with my head held high as I brushed my hair back behind my ear. When I arrived on stage the person smiled at me and shook my hand. They creeped me out completely with their scaley skin. I needed to ask someone if they were a he or a she.
I stood there waiting thinking not about my life but how my mother, Cassie, or how Vasaya are going to be without me since I had an approximately, four to five percent chance of coming back alive which at the same time is lowered since I am a girl and the males have been more commonly known to win the games. But it is the 100th Hunger games so I might aswell make it the girl's turn to kick some guys butt.
Kronk Lurk District 2.
"Krone, you better be ready in the next thirty minutes and dressed properly for a reaping or I will send your father to get you ready and proper. Do you hear me?" On that que I could clearly hear her heels descend the stairs of our house. Most people probably believe that this a typical morning for me but it is not. You see normally she does not care if I wake up at all. Or anything for that matter. I could be marrying some guy and she would not care. Not that I would ever, now I made myself feel sick. Another piece of crap to add to my day. Joy.
Groaning, I crawled out of my bed, actually it was more of a roll out of my bed onto my hard pine floor that never seem to get any softer, no matter how many times I fall onto it. Very precariously I rose off of the wooden floor and walked into my bathroom with some random clothing I grabbed from on the top of my dresser.
After taking a quick shower that seemed to do the trick to prevent me from falling back to sleep, which in my opinion could have been both a good and bad thing, I tossed the clothing on. A black long sleeved dress shirt and some white dress pants. Decent enough for that old bat's taste. Examining myself in the mirror I noticed that my dark brown locks clung to my face. Pulling the locks back into a low ponytail, I examined the scar on my face that was noticeable now. There was absolutely no interesting story for the scar and I was not in the mood to make an interesting story. It only brought one thing, interest. People would begin to talk to me and continue to tell people the story and it would just get extremely overwhelming for my preferences.
An eternity later I made the journey downstairs to the kitchen in perfect timing for my mother to notice me before her departure to tell her students how to behave. My father, Kronk, would be intimidating the newest recruits, or roaches as he preferred to define them as since they were nothing on the face of Panem compared to him. It was relaxing eating my plate of food my mother had been so kind to put out for me until I happened to eat a spoonful of eggs. They were disgusting. Nothing about them was right since she had decided to put bits of the left over cooked carrots from the previous night's dinner in them. Gagging, I spat out the remains of my breakfast in the sink with the plate and headed over to the fridge. Looking around I found my prize. A large basket of delicious ripe strawberries. It felt like they were calling me. The berries were plump and looked extremely delectible. Bringing one up to my lips I began to bite into the strawberry. It was so ripe and juicy. The perfect berry. Of course reality had to kick in with a knock on the door that rang through my ears. With a grunt I walked through the halls and yanked open the door to see Kert standing there staring at me with wide eyes. I smiled at him with my true smile not the one designated for my father and his friends. He ushered me outside and dragged me through the streets. I realized what he was attempting. Kert was making me get to the Reaping early if not on time. Arriving there most people were preoccupied with conversations for me to be noticed, the preference for me. I stayed with Kert near a tree as we viewed all the clouds go by. After knowing him for so long I have to say that in almost any situation I would give my life for him. No words were needed for us to communicate it just was known what we were thinking or feeling.
Our calm tranquility was ended when they announced for the Reaped to line up. 'Like cattle.' I thought to myself as I followed the other people my age. I stood there leaning back slightly as I took in the view. Every year I was slowly getting farther away from the stage and it made me have a feeling of happiness and worry since in two years it would be time for Kert to be reaped and he would definitely need tesserae for his family.
Musing to myself, I did not even pay attention to Uncle Kronos, our mayor, as he went on about the history that we must have heard at least half a dozen times a year. Do they not understand that we get the picture. We are weak and frail compared to the strong Capitol so you might as well be with them or against them. My family was a with them, most definitely. We have been soldiers and trained the soldiers our District bred. I had clued into the boy's name when my uncle said my name suddenly. I was snapped back to reality with a daze on my face. Impossible. I could not have been called, there was such a small percentage of my chance and yet there it was . Krone Lurk, through the microphone. Recieving a push from a peer of mine, one of the jerks of school who would be the perfect Peacekeeper, I walked through the crowd as everyone stared at me like I was a sick animal that they wanted to watch die. But were we not all animals for the Capitol to pit against each other.
The sun's light seemed to be incredibly bright as I walked to the stage with my face looking down in hope to block the light. As I climbed the steps it felt as if the whole District went silent. But in actuality they were all talking away most likely saying my Uncle Kronos rigged this. I did not care. I was now part of the games and I felt that it was now that I needed to get ready to attempt to survive, since if I did not then Kurt would be all alone in this district. No one, not even his family understood him like I did. Now how do you survive in the Games that alway changes? It was going to take effort for sure but did I was not an effort person I avoid it like the plague. This is going to get interesting.
Newton Gordon District 3
``Wear this dear?" My mother suggested throwing a green shirt in my direction. It had many black arrows going in many directions. Looking over it one time I tossed it back declaring, " No thank you in the house and around family yes but out there. In the crowds I want to blend in and NOT to stand out." I did not say it harshly but I made sure my point was clear to her. She wanted her son to be as open as he was around her and their family. A far fetched idea and everyone knew it. Most of my clothing was not in the category of beign worthy to blend in. I could hear my mother sigh with a smile as she let me go on to find something I wanted to wear.
After an extensive search I discovered a plain white polo shirt with a black suit jacket and black dress pants. Changing hastily I came back into the main section of the house where she waited with my father. Both looked at me up and down and both agreed it was nice and plain. With the parental approval I walked with them down to the Reaping and stood in the group of teenagers since the Reaping would begin soon. Beside me was a girl, very beautiful for our age and the kindest soul one could meet since she loved to know and help everyone, Milana, or something like that. Turning to face me she smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Newton. Right?" She asked as she began to attempt to have a polite conversation with me but I could not help but have the desire to stutter and run away.
Eventually I managed to sputter out a yes. She smiled and began to wish me luck before walking away. In total I said about 3 words that were understandable and only one word was not stuttered. I preferred to not have people like her talking to me but instead I would prefer people who have obvious flaws in their features such as an overbite or gross moles. Something so I was not confused by them.
After what seemed like an eternity our mayor handed the microphone over to the capitol woman as she went to declare the girl but I was not focused on the girl who by the sounds of it will be dearly missed. I believe her name was Mekk something. It was not until she said the boy's name that I flinched. It was familiar. Not just familiar but it was personal, it was mine. Looks like a pretty girl giving me luck may backfire on me. Joy. Walking up to the stage I gave no attention to the crowd or my parents. I needed to take every second to plan my strategy so I could come back home and show everyone how brave I can truely be, even though I will at the same time be considered a murderer.
Morgan Kenn District 4
"Morgan!" I overheard my mother call as I sat in the sand. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm sand on my skin while the water lapped and danced at my feet. I continued to sit in that position until my father and brothers arrived back at the dock. All my brothers immediately ran inside while dad came over to me. " Hey kiddo I suppose you need to get ready for the reaping? What do you say?" with some displeasure I nodded and left my warm sand to go dress as the girl my mother wanted me to be. Every moment I took to ascend the stairs felt like an eternity but finally I arrived. Taking the nearest towel I began to dust all the sand from my body as I discarded my tank top and shorts to replace it with a pale green sleeveless ruffled blouse and a black pencil skirt, throwing on some flats I prepared to descend the stairs but stopped in my tracks when I noticed how my hair seemed to be going everywhere. Removing my lucky rubberband from my arm I placed my hair in a side pony. Finally convinced mom would like the outfit I went downstairs only to be critizied about how I looked extremely girly and not at all like the Morgan Kenn that the previous day earlier was fixing a motor and sailing with her father and brothers.
Before I could begin to argue with the idiots I considered older brothers, dad had thrown his arm around my shoulder declaring that he was going to escorty his 'bud' to the reaping. I loved how I was dad's little tom boy. No matter when in my life he would make me feel better and he was the greatest for giving me advice on many things that I worried about. I never went to him about girly things like menstrual cycles or anything but once I went to ask him about crushes and he declared that ' boys will be boys and try to act as if they are kings to impress you. No matter how stupid they seem. Trust me i did that even." That advice had been with me ever since and I am the sweet girl who would rather deal with a school of tuna than eyeshadow.
When I found where my two friends were hiding in line I mentally decided I needed to teach them a lesson for kissing in public. Sneaking up as stealthily as I could I poked both of them in the sides making them literally jump apart. Both glared at me as I stuck my tongue out at them Jekestebal and Mani were my two closest friend that were my age. There was also Carnini a seventeen year old desperately in love with the married Finnick Odair. It was kind of sad actually but she was not going to give up this crush no matter what I could say.
Laughing to myself I turned and saw our Capitolite was drawing a name. They had 7 inch stilettos and blue skin with gills and cat eyes. His scarily deep voice then declared "Miss Morgan Kenn!" I felt my lungs tighten as I fell to my one knee. Why oh god why me? I thought as Mani helped me back to my feet. With confidence I did not know I had or could fake I walked briskly to the stage with my red hair staying in place as it continued to make my appearance seem calm when inside I was mentally going insane. Soon enough the male was called a Meddlin Reds who seemed to be a walking drama. As much as it pained me to say this was my competition and I cannot give him any sympathy.
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