Sorry for not uploading for ages, it took me a while to write this chapter.
Chapter 2:
When I wake up, I don't understand why my Father and Paloma are rushing around. Then I remember. The Reaping is today.
I get out of bed and change into some clothes that Pal has put out for this morning. Some long, beige-colored pants and a white short-sleeved t-shirt. "Do you like what I've put out for you?" She says from the doorway. "Yes, thank you." I turn around and hug her. I can tell she's been crying, her face is warm and her eyes are slightly red.
"You're gonna be okay, okay? You're not gonna be reaped. You'll be fine." She nods. "I'm going to walk around for a bit, I'll be back in about an hour." I kiss the top of her head and pull on my jacket. Pal follows me outside to sit with her goats. When I get to the fence I turn around to Pal. "Cya," I smile and wave. She waves back. "I'll be back soon."
I walk to the fence that marks District Twelve's boundary. It's supposed to be electrified, but it hasn't been turned on in years. Theres a hole in the bottom of it that's large enough for me to crawl under. Some kids sometimes come here to hunt. They have all sorts of weapons that are illegal in 12. Not many people know what they do. The Peacekeepers don't mind though, because they're all as hungry as we are.
I wander around the trees until I hear voices. I climb the nearby tree. Sometimes I come here to think and sometimes come to watch them hunt. It's amazing, they're so good at it. They can hit a deer's eye from fifty meters away. Their names are Ruby, Everhart and Millie. I only know that because I've heard them call each other that. I watch them for a few more minutes.
Everhart checks his watch. "It's twelve o'clock,we should get back, get ready for the Reaping." They gather their hunting bags and their bows and head back to the fence. I wait until they're gone then I climb down the tree.
When I get home, it's half past twelve and my father. Paloma are already in their Reaping clothes. I tickle my sister's tummy as I walk past. She giggles and doubles over.
"You look beautiful," I say. I go upstairs to our bedroom. Pal has my old Reaping clothes, as we can't afford new clothes, and before I walked into my room I didn't have any.
Laid out on the bed is a dress and a small white coat that ends just before the bottom of my rib cage. The dress is light blue and has small frills on the sleeves. Realization hits me. These were my mothers Reaping clothes. I pick the dress up and put it on. It looks beautiful.
The Reaping is held in the district center, in front of the Justice Building. When we arrive, a man pricks my finger to identify me. The twelve to eighteens are put into rows, oldest to the front and youngest to the back. We get in our lines and wait impatiently.
A woman wearing bright, poofy clothes steps onto the stage. Her shoes are so tall, I bet nobody else here could walk in them. "Welcome, welcome," she says in a cheery voice, "to the annual One-hundredth Hunger Games. This year is a Quarter Quell, so beware, tributes, of the challenges that await you." She grins. "First we will show you a propaganda." She smiles again.
The big screens behind her flicker on. It's the same every year, about the riot and our punishment. At the end, the woman claps excitedly and says, "Oh, I just love that!"
She walks over to the glass balls that have the slips in them. "Now it is time to select one brave man and woman to have the honor to compete in this year's Quarter Quell. Like always, ladies first."
She digs her hand into the bowls of slips and pulls one out. The woman walks back to the microphone and unfolds it. She clears her throat.
"This year's female tribute: Audrey Arrowhead!"
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I still need tributes from these Districts:
District 1: boy and girl
District 2: boy
District 3: boy and girl
District 4: boy
District 5: boy and girl
District 6: boy and girl
District 7: boy
District 8: boy
District 9: boy
District 10: boy and girl