Crimson Night POV District 1
I coughed and tried to move my legs. No good. I shout for help but, no one alivecan hear me. I opened my eyes only to snap them shut again. All that dust and rubble really hurts them. I started choking and coughing, and coughing, and coughing and everything went dark….
I open my eyes just in time to see the fist coming down. I quickly rolled out of the way and got prepared to dodge the next blow.
"I'm up!" You old hag, I added as an after thought. I would have said it out loud but, I would rather eat before the reaping. My stomach growled as if confirming that it was something I desired.
"Get ready then you can eat." She snarled walking out of the room.
"You mean 'then you can attempt to digest the crap I made for you with the money not spent on my expensive stinking coffee.' " I mumbled. I rolled slowly out of bed. I grabbed my black jeans and pulled them on. I pulled down my blood red shirt glancing at our mirror. I looked at my jet-black hair with crimson highlights. I then looked at my face and smiled my sexy smile.
"If you want to eat, get down here NOW!" the witch shrieked from downstairs.
"Coming!" I called running down the stairs. I looked at the half a piece of charred toast next to a pile of ashes (I assumed that was the other half). "Is this it?" I asked picking up the burnt toast and watched it disintegrate in my hands.
"Well, if you go back to the factory, we can afford more than burnt toast." she said pouring her very expensive coffee.
"Or, if you learned how to cook or, I know, bought less expensive coffee we can have some decent toast." I said giving up the idea that I was eating before the reaping. She picked up a glass cup and chucked it at me so quickly that I barely had time to avoid it. I watched it shatter against the wall, and stared at the tiny bits of glass fall to the floor. "Nice." She threw the another cup that hit me in the cheek since I didn't move out of the way quickly enough. It too shattered. "Want to brake the last one or should I?" I asked sarcastically eyeing the last remaining cup of the set.
She looked pointedly at the knives and I took the hint and cleared out. I went up to my room and opened my drawer. I grabbed my blood red ruby dropping it in my pocket. It would be my token if I ever got reaped because it was my fathers and I intended to keep it with me (I knew for a fact if I got reaped it wouldn't be here when I got back).
" GET GOING!" she roared up the stairs.
"Gladly." I mumbled walking out of the house.
I stood in the seventeen-year-old section making snide sarcastic remarks about the 'mayors' speech (everyone knew the capitol wrote it). When he finally ended, he turned the time over to the giant. He was huge. I probably would barely touch his shoulder even though I was one of the tallest of my class. I didn't bother to pay attention to what he was saying until he put is hand in the girls bowl.
"Ari Ishastic1" he shouts in the mike. I covered my ears and turned to see the daughter of a peacekeeper walking up to the staged pale in the face. Good riddance, I think looking at her.
"I volunteer1" I hear a shout behind me. Why? I wonder looking at her I mean, everyone hates her father and she's snot too. I then, realize it is Nat Jennings who volunteered. She was the only other orphan out of the community center. Well, I might be the only one now, I thought. I sighed watching the escort walk over to the boys bowl and pulled out-
"Tyser Campellors!" I turned to look at the twelve-year-old section. He walked out with huge brown eyes. He looked so innocent. The capitol will crush him. He stood no chance against them. He was twelve! He shouldn't have to face the capitol. I have no family. I don't care if I go to the games.
"I volunteer!" I shout.