Chapter 8: District 7 Reaping: Willow & Sorren
So I noticed a mistake in the last chapter but it was my fault instead of putting willow I put will my bad :P I didn't see any reviews the last chapter so let see some on this one :) there's a poll in my profile so please check it out
"District 7, lumber! What can you say about the tributes?"
"It's one for the books"
Willow
Before the Reaping
"Hey Pops," I say.
"Hey sweets," my dad says.
"Where's mom," I ask grabbing some toast.
"Getting your outfit ready for the reaping, you know her she wants you to look presentable," he explains.
"Pops?"
"Yes?"
"I'm scared."
"Don't be sweets you have your names in their six times, there's nothing to worry about" he says.
"But what if Rey chooses one of those six slips?"
"Willow listen, you're not going to get chosen. It won't happen, got it," he asks. I nod, but deep down I know it's not true. Today I will get chosen and I'll never get the happily ever I after I always wanted. Instead I'll get death pinned by the hands of another. A kid.
"Now go get ready."
"Fine."
A while later I'm in a dark green strapless dress, black flats, and my blonde hair is in a fish tail braid. I'm also wearing my sisters good luck charm, a beautiful bracelet, it has a metal band that has tiny metal leaves on it but in the center it has Ivory name on it: Oakland. I look in the mirror. My blonde hair, Brown eyes, my curvy figure. People say I'm beautiful. I think I'm average.
"Willow," My mom calls.
"Yes?"
"It's time," my parents say, frowning as we head out to the town square.
I know what they mean. It's time for me to be called for my death.
At the Reaping
"Hello I'm Claudia your escort for the games, it's a pleasure to be here, now we shall starts with the ladies." She digs her long nails in the bowl. She gets the slip of paper and makes her way to the podium.
"Willow Lockhart!"
I remain calm as I walk up the stage. What's the point in crying when I knew deep down that I was going to be chosen?
"Lovely," chimes Claudia.
I look into my mom and dad's eyes. They know I'm not coming back. I mean come on, sure I know how to handle an axe but I could never be capable of killing a kid. Someone that has a family to come home too. Someone like me.
Sorren
Before the Reaping
"Hey Sorren," Mae my little sister says cheerfully.
"Hey Mae," I say. I smile as she stands next to me.
"Hey Sorren" Sam, my twelve year old brother says numbly. He frowns as he looks out the window to see the other children trudging down the street to the square.
"Hey Sam, don't worry you're not going to get chosen ok? Remember what mom said, you're an angel and angels don't get chosen." I say trying to cheer him up. He hugs me.
"Let's go get ready buddy."
"Ok."
"You too Rowan," I say
"But I'm ten I'm not suppose to attend a reaping" he says titling his head to the side.
"But you can help," is all I say.
"I love helping," he says while giggling.
At the Reaping
"Hello I'm Claudia your escort for the Games; it's a pleasure to be here, now we shall start with the ladies!" She digs her long nails in the bowl. She gets the slip of paper that holds the name of the unlucky girl who will go into the games.
"Willow Lockhart!"
A beautiful girl steps out of the 17 year old section. Her expression is calm. How can she be calm? She's going to fight to the death against 23 other people!
"Lovely," chimes Claudia. It's anything but lovely.
"Now onto the boys," Claudia chirps.
I hope it's not Sam.
"Sorren Oakly!"
At least it's not Sam.
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"What advice would you have given this pair?"
"Don't trust anyone but each other, be alert at all times sleep with a weaponin your hands, and I hope you don't snore"
-The 7th Victor