Hey Guys Sorry I missed update on Friday, I got stung by a scorpion at my house. I know its wierd, but I've been in the hospital for at least a week. I had it written I just had to update it. Enjoy!
The Reaping District 2
Danielle "Belle" O'Malley
"Belle wake up remember today is the day of the reaping." I heard my mother's sweet voice whisper to me as I open my eyes. I really love my mom and dad; I've never even spent a day away from them. My mom kisses my cheek and said," I have pancakes on the table for you." I smile and throw back the covers to my bed and walk to my wardrobe. I pick out my favorite black skirt and a pink button up shirt, for design I pull out my thin leather belt, tuck in the shirt and put the belt on. I walk over to my mirror and pull my copper colored hair into a ponytail and curl the blonde tips. As I walk over to my bed to make it I put my gold locket on my neck. This was my grandmother's locket, I loved her dearly, and after she passed she gave it to me. I've never been anywhere without it and I'm not going to start today. Now that I think about it this maybe the last time I set foot in this room. No siblings to comfort my parents if I do get reaped, they'll just be in depression. Racing down the stairs I forgot I didn't put any shoes on. I race back up and grab my white flats with a black bow and book it down stairs. There I am greeted by a kiss on the forehead by my father. I always have been the stereotypical daddy's girl, getting what I want from shoes to pets. I sit down in my seat and in front of me are two pancakes, an apple and a glass of milk. The pancakes are gone and the glass of milk is finished and I'm nibbling on the apple which is already halfway gone and my friend Kim Hunter enters the door. She taught me all I know about swords and that's the weapon I feel most comfortable with now. As we make our way to registration the lady pricks our finger and points over to the 13 year old group. As I scan everybody there one person seems to pop out from the rest. A boy in the 18 year old group scares the living hell out of me. He is pure muscle with a smart ass smile on his face. The detail that stands out the most is his burning ice blue eyes. I can't seem to take my eyes off of them. He looks over and just stares at me, and he winks! He winks at me! For some reason I have a feeling he is going to volunteer. When I snap back to reality I realized I missed the opening speech and the video and now the escort is reaching into the girl's bowl. She looks at the name for a second and says the name "Danielle O'Malley". My heart stops and crumbles into a million pieces. But then I realize its District 2, anyone could volunteer for me before I walk up there and I'll be safe for at least another year. But as I walk up there, nobody volunteers for me. They just stare. I feel like breaking down and sobbing. I've never been away from my parents before and I really didn't want to start by me getting led off to my death. As I walk up I start to study the escort a little bit better. She is wearing a silk purple dress with a flower pin and simple black platform heels, her golden blond hair runs down her back and stops at her mid back .To keep from crying I breathe, in and out, in and out. I feel safer when she calls out another name and a boy who looks about my age walks us there. But he stops dead in his tracks when a voice from the 18 year old group steps into the aisle. NO! It can't be the boy who winked at me. He walks up the stage with the smug ass smile still on his face, like he got his lifelong toy for Christmas. She asks us for our names and I find out his name is Caleb Lockwood. The look in his eyes says it all. He cannot be trusted if my life depended on it. Looks like I'm flying solo this year.
Caleb Lockwood
The sun peeks through my red curtains as I open my eyes. Then I realize that today is the reaping! This is my last chance to participate and I'm going to volunteer. I leap out of bed, fix my wolf tooth necklace, and rush to my clothes drawer and pick out a red polo shirt and black jeans. Ad I head towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and notice that my canines have grown tremendously since my first year of reaping. After brushing my teeth I rush downstairs a lace up my boots and head towards the breakfast table. There I am greeted by my mother, father, my younger sister Baily, and my younger brother Liam. "There's my boy!" my father shouts as he walks over and slaps by back. Knowing that one of them told him I say," All right which one of you told him I was volunteering?" But they just stand there. "You just did." My 15 year old brother says snickering. My father puts on a strained smile and leads me over to the table. I devour my breakfast of eggs and a biscuit and head out the door. Outside I a greeted by my best friends Aleksander, Cato, Arron Allison. We are all the same age except Cato, who is a year younger, and Allison who is a year older. We laugh, joke and play until we get to the registration line. The lady pricks our fingers except Allison. She points Allison to the adult group, Cato to the 17 year old group and the rest of us to the 18 year old group. I stand next to Alexander and Aaron and zone out through the welcoming speech and the video. But when I finally realize what I was zoning out on was a girl. She had copper colored hair with blonde tips and a golden locket. The thing I was staring at the most was her eyes. They were cat like and green, which was really pretty. Just to mess with her I gave her a wink, and she turned her head in embarrassment. I zoned back in just in time to hear the name " Danielle O'Malley " The girl that I winked at walk up the stage slowly, I think she's waiting for somebody to volunteer, and strangely, nobody volunteers. She walks up the steps up the steps and stands next to the blonde escort. The escort then walks towards the boys bowl and pulls out the name," Arthur Shoulster." A boy from the 16 year old group and starts to walk up the stage. This is it. It's now or never. "I volunteer!" I projected. I walk past the boy, and up the stage next to the escort and the girl. She asks us what are names are and we state them. Then we are forced to shake hands. I give another wink to the girl; the fear in her eyes is amazing. Good. I want them all to fear me. I will win this year.
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