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Wisha Si Tronan

"Wisha," I heard someone mutter in a familiar voice that made my blood run cold, I grit my teeth and turn vicious words about to rip out of my mouth.
"I think its best you leave Amala," Remi says bitterly placing a hand on my shoulder signaling me to restrain myself.
"I would like to see my daughters Remi, if you would be so kind as to leave us," Amala bites glaring at her younger sister. I hated what this woman had turned into, when I was younger I remember her being cheerful and full of love this person was just a woman with the face of my mother.
"Just go away Amala! We don't want you here, at all!" I practically scream at her. Laya turns around and recognition sets in her face. I knew she disliked Amala but she was more forgiving towards her. I would have nothing to do with this shell of my mother who made Remi what she is today.
Amala turned and threw a glare over her shoulder at Remi which made me want to snicker; she had brought this on herself.
The axe that I have held for so long it had molded to my hands slams violently into the tree causing it to shake but still cutting through the thick wood.
"You know it's dangerous to be in the woods alone, might get eaten be a bear."
"You know it's dangerous to sneak up on someone holding an axe," I retort and turn around seeing Blye and her chestnut colored hair.
"Please babe you know I'd kick your **," She says casually pulling herself up into the tree house that was starting to rot away.
"Are you scared?" I ask concern etching into Blye's fine features.
"Scared of what?" She asks softly afraid that I'll snap again.
"Of being reaped, of dying."
"Of course I'm scared Sha, I don't know how anyone wouldn't be but for now we need to live in the moment and appreciate what we have," She weakly says and then smiles "I'll race you to your house."
I push the axe into the tree house and sprint through the thick forest that I should be helping to cut down.
"I knew I'd win," I say between puffs as we stand in front of my house getting our breathe back.
"Liar! I went easy on you," she defends. I snort and walk inside kicking my boots off and heading upstairs to my bedroom to see a silvery dress lying on my bed. I pull the dress on and pull a brush through my hair curling it slightly and pulling some heels on.
"You look sexy chika!" Blye calls as I walk downstairs wolf whistling at me I turn and raise my eyebrows as she looks amazing to.
"So do you my sexy chika," I say as I walk over and give her a hug as Laya walks in. Her hair is simply tied up and a purple skirt and a white spaghetti strap top adorn her body.
"You look hot!" Blye calls to her as she walks into the kitchen rolling her eyes at Blye's comment. Remi rushes in at that moment pushing out the door and exclaiming we are late.
I can feel the back of my neck burning in the intense sun as we wait for the reaping to begin. Blye, Laurel, Saffara and I are gathered in a little circle hugging as Saffara groans about the sun.
"Well isn't it exciting!" Elliee screams in her high pitched voice causing a few people to wince. She stood there in her fluorescent pink dress giggling and mouthing the words that she had heard too many times. Mason sits low in his chair looking bored brainless.
"Ladies first," She says reaching into the reaping ball and pulling out the unlucky 'lucky' girl. I turn to Blye and roll my eyes as she makes a huge fuss out of pulling the name out. "Wisha Tronan!"
Me, she called me. My blood runs cold as I walk through the corridor of kids that have cleared away once they spotted me. I can feel tears brimming in my eyes as I walk slowly towards the stage kids are staring at me like I've killed someone but In a few weeks I just might have.
"Wisha!" A familiar voice shrieks in fear, my baby sister. "No! I volunteer! You don't have to go!"
"Yes I do Laya, now go back and sit down," I say harshly turning her around and giving her a little shove. She spins back and the peacekeepers come forward and start pulling me up leaving her sobbing and screaming.
"That was your sister right?" Elliee says enthusiastically making me want to pretty much vomit.

"Yes."

"Alright, and now for the boys!" She walks over to the other bowl and sticks her hand in calling out the name of a scrawny little twelve year old boy. My heart is immediately warmed as an older boy steps up and takes his place leaving the little boy in thankful tears.
"What's your name?" She is pretty much jumping up and down with excitement.
"Arlo Maggio," the boy says quietly looking down.
"These are our two wonderful tributes that will be representing District 7 in the Hunger Games! Shake hands you two!" We turn and shake hands before the peacekeepers pull us into the justice building and into the plush rooms where we will be saying our maybe final goodbyes.
"Wisha!" Laya calls as her head pokes into the room running towards me as Remi shuts the door.
"It's going to be okay," I whisper to Laya gently stroking her brown hair.
"Why didn't you let me volunteer for you?" She sobs fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Because you would be here instead and that would be the worst thing I could do, as long as you're safe Laya I'll be fine," We hug and I cradle her for a bit before they are brutally torn from my grasp. Blye, Laurel and Saffara come in next.
"I'll make sure nothing happens to them Sha," Blye mutters as Laurel and Saffara sob.
"Thank you, Blye."
"I want you to have this, to think of me, while you're in the games," She hands me her gold necklace which is decorated with rubies in the shape of the heart. "It's a locket with the four of us."
"I'll miss you guys," I whisper accepting my fate as I am pulled from the room and driven to the train.

Ario Maggio

The sun; bright, happy, full of life, was not Arlo's mood for reaping day as it streamed through the window of his bedroom. This was the year…this was the year Katrina could be reaped. Her bright chocolate brown eyes, so full of hope and joy as she looked at him…he would not stand for them to be shattered, broken like glass. Rising out of his navy blue bed, he stretched, looking around for the clothes that his mother had laid out for him. Pulling them on, he proceeded to his sister's room, who was wearing a pink and white zebra-patterned dress, and was twirling around the room as his mother, Daphne, was trying to attack her with lipstick.
"Katrina! Is that how a proper lady should behave?" Arlo's mother scolded her, her red dress complimenting Daphne's dark skin. Sneaking up behind his younger sister, he grabbed her in a hug, causing Katrina to squeal with delight. She giggled, twisting and turning in his grasp, trying to escape. After a few moments of struggle, she finally gave in, and after everyone was ready (with only part of the old house destroyed), they walked through the District. The woods were silent, even without the roar of the machines, Arlo could usually hear the birds and various creatures running about. Today though, the District seemed to holding's it breath, like the calm before the storm.
At least, it was calm before Will appeared. The young twelve year old was Katrina's crush (and about 500 other girls too), and was, most importantly, the mayor's son. As Arlo began his quiet journey, he spotted the boy approaching from behind them, his fancy outfit and bronze hair gleaming in the sunlight. He was well fed, rich, sweet, and the most innocent twelve year-old you could come by. Yeah right, besides being pretty sweet, he was an arrogant brat who flauted his power on everyone. Now, before you get the wrong idea, Arlo's family was not poor, not at all, indeed, they did't have to worry about money or food. Though there was a time, right after his father had left them for some rich Capitol woman ad they were forced onto the streets, lying and sneaking their way into places, until his grandmother died and left them a great deal of money. Arlo was't happy at that time, indeed he made some wrong decisions (involving a hawk, some cake, and a million dollar ring), but that was what formed him to what he was. That's when he realized that he cared for people, and that he wasn't going to end up as one of those "Big bad black tough guys". Will was lucky, and he knew it, showing it off whenever he could, complaining when his family went to District 1 or got $1000 dollars for his allowance.
"Hey Kat" Will said, approaching his younger sister with a playful smirk on his face as he ruffled her hair, causing his mother to emit a strange sound, like a growl from a cheetah, mixed with a snort of disapproval. She could see through Will's façade as well as Arlo, and knew not to trust him. Still, neither could sway his little sister's feelings, and as he saw a blush appear on her delicate face, he knew that they hadn't gone away. As the chatted for a few minutes, Arlo was surprised to see how Katrina's eyes lit up with happiness. She truly cared for the boy, and he wanted to see that sparkle never die out.
Lost in his thoughts, he hardly noticed the trip there until he felt his sister dislodge herself from his arm and scurried into her own age group. After a while of chatting aimlessly with the other boys in the 17-year old section, their escort, Elliee appeared, her face looking like one of the dolls his sister played with. Her name was high pitched and sounded like a squeal, something their escort did a lot. As she approached the microphone, she let out a high-pitched giggle that made Arlo wince, smiling brightly to everyone around her. "Hello District 7! Oh how marvelous it is to see you again, I missed you this year!" she squealed, over-bright, over-cheerful, and it drove Arlo insane that a person could always be this happy.
"Alright let's do the ladies first!" she announced, waddling over to the big glass bowl on purple heels. Dramatically pulling out a white slip, she gave a small giggle and announced "Wisha Si. Tronan!" she announced with a grin, scanning the girls. Arlo was doing the same, and spotted the dark-haired girl rise from the sea of 15-year olds, a confident look on her face. Though it was obvious-she was startled by the looks in her eye, and shoved another girl away who looked like she was about to volunteer. Must be a sibling, he thought to himself, as he studied the younger girl with the same dark hair and green eyes.
Gazing at the siblings, he was surprised when he heard the name "William Arthur!" she announced with a grin, ignoring the horrified shock from the mayor beside her, who stared at his son with great sadness. And he wasn't the only one. Katrina lurched forward with a cry, her eyes filled with tears and sorrow, screaming for Will. Arlo couldn't bear to see the heartbreak in her eyes, so, without truly realizing what he was doing, he pushed forward through the crowd, uttering the words that would save his sister's heart-and possibly end his.
"I volunteer!"
A shock rippled through the crowd, staring at the boy. The level headed calm one, previous thug and now gentleman who walked people across the street. Will just stared at the ground, shock clearly surrounding the young boy. Walking forward like he couldn't hear his sister, he stared straight ahead, trying to appear calm and intimidating. He cleared his mind of any thought and simply watched the sun. Breathe in, breathe out, again and again. The process was repeated and he sat there, staring at nothing, not wanting to hear any cries. He let himself be lead into the Justice Building, but he hardly noticed the rich oak wood ceilings or the gold floors. He was numb with shock. Why in the world did he do this? Was he insane?
"ARRRRRRLLLLLLOOOO!"
His sister burst into the room, tears flying. His mother followed, for once not worried about how the tears were ruining her makeup. There was no anger in their gazes, no disapproval, only pure heartbreak. Arlo wished he could take it all back. "I'm so sorry, it's just-I couldn't bear to send Will off to his death, he would die in the bloodbath" he managed to get out.
"Arlo, I care more about you than Will, and mom does too, I-I don't want you to die!" Katrina cried out, leaping into her brother's arms. He held her there, not knowing what to say or do-after all, it was his fault. His mother wrapped his arms around him as well, and they shared one last moment as a family together. As the peacekeepers lead them out with kicking and screaming, all he could do was wait and watch.
Not expecting any other visitors (friends had already come) he was surprised when the door opened and Will was standing there, his face still red from crying. Glaring at the boy who he had previously hated, he found he couldn't hate him, no matter how much he wanted to. Going over to the twelve-year old, he leaned close to him. "Everything is going to be all right, your fine. J-just take care of Katrina, you hear?"
"I promise that I will. And t-thank you-you saved my life. I would have died if I went into the games" the boy replied, pulling off the ornate blue ring that he always wore. "Keep this with you as a sign of good luck-and a sign of power. That ring is extremely important, but you need it a lot more than I do" he said, blinking back tears.
Shocked by the boy's kindness, Arlo simply stared-lost for words at the ring as Will backed out of the room. Not until the door closed with a click did he let his tears fall-splattering all over the ring, like rain on the ocean.

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