District 6: The reaping

District 6. The district of transportation. Ironically, they hate it. This districts future generation was lining for the retched Hunger games, as well as the tesserae. The line for the amount of kids signed up for the tesserae could've been seen for miles. Upfront sat their prestigious Mayor, his wife and the current mentor.

Peacekeepers ushered, rather impatiently, the children in and secured the ropes that separated the adults, many of which, stood weeping as they prayed their child wouldn't have to suffer the fate.

'Let's get this reaping started!' enthused their escort. She sweatdropped as they stayed at an awkward silence. She coughed, forced a smile and walked over to the ladies bowl of tributes. She circled her fingers until she grasped a single piece of paper.

'Chayene Lockey.'

Eyes scanned the surface of heads until a girl, rather tall for her age might I add, walked out. She had a slight shocked face but immediately covered it up. Her calm composure wasn't a shock to many. Her chocolate, curled up hair flounced as she stared around. Her brown eyes scanned to where the Mayor was sitting and eyed him. His appalled expression told a million words: what? How? Why? She gave him a glare and walked up, slowly, onto the stage and beside the escort. The escort, being from the Capitol, had no idea why there were so many shocked faces below the stage and on the stage. The moment she said Chayene's name, the wife of the Mayor burst into tears, grabbing her husband's shirt.

'Darling, why is everyone freaking out?' asked their escort through gritted teeth. Chayene rolled her eyes and sighed.

'I'm the Mayor's daughter.'

The escort stared at her as if someone said feathers were out of style. She nodded and moved on to the men's bowl.

'Neal Cassidy.'

The men section of tributes stared in disgust as a sixteen year-old young man burst into tears. He got dragged up by the peacekeepers and could barely stand. He wasn't that bad to look at, it was just his runny face. He had brown eyes and hair and was a head shorter than Chay. His nose was runny from all the snot-mixed-with-tears. Chay inched further from him but got slammed into him as their escort put an arm around the both of them.

'Happy Hunger games! And may the odds be ever in your favour.'

Chayene was pacing. She rubbed her hands together as the door burst open and her family came running up to her.

'Chay! Oh my darling.' Sighed Eva Lockey, her blonde curls bobbing up and down. Her emerald eyes shone with tears as she hugged her daughter.

A girl with sea-blue eyes and the same hair as her mother stepped forward. Chay gave her a small smile before the two sisters embraced.

'I'm going to miss you. Please come back.' Whispered the eight year-old Ariella. Chay bent down and stroked her hair.

'I'm coming home, no matter what.' She promised as she wrapped her pinkie around her sisters. Chayene stood up and faced her equal heighted brother.

'Fabs, you have to look after them' motioned Chay, giving her brother a knowing look, which he returned. He nodded and stared at the ground. Chayene turned to her father. Her father was very distant to his own family, especially Chay. But that's a long story and this is a short chapter, so yeah. Let's just say he was very uncomfortable.

'Kick some butt, Chay. You can do it. I did.' Chayene's older sister and mentor, Rosário Tanner, spoke. The two sisters shared a brief moment of understanding and laughter. Rosário was the winner of the 92nd Hunger Games by killing only two tributes: a District 2 girl and David Cassidy, the brother of Neal Cassidy. There was a sense of déjà vu in the air.

'CHAY!' a girl burst through the doors shouting. She had the same brown hair and eyes as Chayene but their personalities were far from the same.

'Helpy!' cried out Chay as the two girls ran towards each other, hugging tightly. "Helpy" is the nickname given to her by Chay. Her real name is Helper Tonya. When they first met, a long time ago, Chay couldn't pronounce the words Helper so in short she just called her Helpy. It stuck ever since. When the two girls were hugging, Chayene secretly whispered orders for her friend to do. When they moved apart, Helpy gave a nod of understanding.

'Sir, we need to take you away now.' a Peacekeeper said as he entered the room. Jack Lockey, mister Mayor, sighed, ushered his children and wife out of the room and bid his daughter a sad glance before leaving.

Neal sat, fidgeting with his thumbs. The door burst open and in swarmed his family. His mother ran straight for him and hugged him as his it would be her last, which it probably would. Neal wasn't exactly the most cold-hearted if it came down to killing people. He was brave, sure, but too kind and gentle.

Neal's father stood by the door, an unpleasant scowl on his face. Rumpelvan Cassidy had already lost both of his sons in the Games, now he would lose a third. The amount of grief stacked up in this man was tremendous. Since the 88th Games, when Rumple's eldest son, Nathaniel, was reaped for the games and died in the final four, he banned his son's to avenge his death until the 92nd Games, when David volunteered to do exactly that. The poor man made it to the top three and got killed by Rosário.

'Father...'

'No. Not one word to me, son. I just-'His voice broke off and he turned his back to his family. Neal got up and patted his father's back.

'James, Lila, Ian, Dyla, Faune. Come 'ere! Now your big brother is going to have to go now but I hope I can make it back.' Neal cooed to his younger siblings. The 6-11 year-olds nodded and hugged him.

A peacekeeper showed up at the door, giving the unspoken rule. The family wept their goodbyes and exited.

Authors note:
Sorry i've been gone for a while... i had exams, holiday and i couldn't find the owner but looks like it found me so i'm back :D