Marshall Lee Gordan (15) District 2
"Marshall Lee! Get up, we don't want to be late for the reapings do we?" my mom calls through my bedroom door.
I roll over and cover my head with the blankets. I do not like being woken up by my mom's voice. I hear the door open, but I don't get up. I feel the covers yanked off me and I look up into the eyes of my twin sister Marceline. She starts to tickle me until I finally get out of bed.
"Hurry up Marshall! You know how mom is about the reapings, she won't stand for it if we're late," she says as she turns for the door.
"Well, you know what I think of the reapings," I mumble, she turns around and looks at me.
"Marshall, I know you don't like it, but what are the odds of it being one of us. Think about that to help you take your mind off of the hunger games," she says to me in a gentle tone.
I sigh, knowing that she is right. The odds of it being one of us are very slim. I always thought that if it came down to it, I would rather have be me in the games instead of her. I walk down the hall to the bathroom to get ready. My dad had put some clothes in there for me already. I walk over to the sink and start washing up a little bit, and then I take a good look at my reflection. My ash colored hair is in a slightly messy style, no matter how much I brush it. My blue eyes just staring, and then I look at the left side of my face. A scar ran from right above my left eye, all the way down to my chin. I remember the day I got that, how I was in a fight, and someone decided to be funny and pulled a knife. I finish up at the sink and start getting dressed into a red flannel shirt that I leave unbuttoned with a white t-shirt underneath it. I also am wearing blue jeans and red tennis shoes to. I walk downstairs and find my family in the kitchen and it is the usual chaotic reaping day. I walk in and my mother turns and looks at me. I know that she doesn't approve of my outfit, but I could care less. I grab a piece of toast and start eating it quickly.
"You had better hurry up Marshall, the reaping will be starting in ten minutes," my father says.
"Marshall Lee! Can't you wear anything else besides that!" My mother shouts at me.
"Mom, I could care less how I look for the reaping. I'm 15 years old, let me choose my own clothes for the reaping," I say in a calm voice as I finish my toast.
"Come on Marshall, let's go, we don't want to be late," Marceline says as she starts walking out the door.
I run out after her, trying to catch up since she was already running down towards the square. When I get there, she is already heading towards the group of girls. I walk over to my place with the boys. A man gets up on the stage where there are two bowls with slips of paper in them.
"Welcome everyone! I know you are all excited for the reapings to begin, but first we must watch the history of the games," he yells in a loud voice.
The video starts playing, and I pretend to be interested in it, but I'm not. The video ends pretty quickly, thankfully, and the man goes back to the microphone.
"Let us start with the gentlemen," he says while reaching into the bowl, "and the tribute is…" he starts as I hold my breath and close my eyes, "Marshall Lee Gordan!" Oh no, not me!
Priscilla Topaz (17) District 2
"Hurry up Priscilla! The reaping is going to start soon!" my sister Mayzie calls through my door.
She doesn't realize that I have been up for a couple of hours, trying to choose my outfit. My parents don't approve of my fashion sense, but they can't control what I do, I'm 17 years old, they can't control everything I do. I am going through all my shirts, trying to find an outfit that suits my mood. I start tearing my dresser drawers apart, trying to find something. My long blonde hair getting into my green eyes. Part of me keeps saying that I should cut my hair, but I keep telling myself no, I look better with it long. I finally find a shirt that suits me, a black tank top that shows my stomach piercing. I start looking around for something to go with it. Soon, I settle on a white denim miniskirt. Going over to my closet, I find a perfect pair of shoes to go with it, blue high heels. I quickly get dressed, and head downstairs.
My parents are sitting around the table, but I don't see Mayzie anywhere. I grab a plate and make some toast and butter it.
"Where's Mayzie?" I ask.
"She already left for the square," my dad says.
"Priscilla, are you really going to wear that to the reaping?" my mom asks me as I start to head towards the door.
"Mom! Stop bugging me about my clothes!" I say, sounding annoyed.
"Alright, alright, no need to get angry," she replies as I walk out the door.
I feel like she needs to let me live my own life, but might as well get going and not think about it too much. As I start towards the square, I see if I can spot my sister, but there are too many people, so I can't see her at all. I go towards the group of girls who are my age and go up to them. I am still looking around, trying to spot Mayzie. I finally see her, and she is already talking to some of her friends, and she looks excited for the reaping. Eventually, a man walks up to the microphone on stage.
"Welcome everyone! I know you are all excited for the reapings to begin, but first we must watch the history of the games," he shouts out, and after this, I stop paying attention. The video is extremely boring and it goes on for what feels like forever.
Finally, it is over and he pulls the name of the male tribute. I watch as the boy walks up to the stage, and he looks extremely pale. I recognize him almost immediately. That boy was one of the Gordan kids. He is the one that is always acting like the games are the best thing in the world, and he is always getting into fights. What was his name again, he had two first names. Oh right, his names Marshall Lee. Oh well, time to choose the female tribute, not like it is going to matter anyway.
"Our girl tribute shall be," he starts out, "Marc…"
"I volunteer as tribute!" I shout out above the crowd.
I get led up onstage, and everyone is looking at me.
"What is your name?" he asks me.
"Names Priscilla Topaz," I say, smiling out at the crowd.
Marshall Lee Gordan (15) District 2
I look over at my District Partner, and I recognize her. Priscilla is known for her crazy style and attitude. Anyway, we go inside a building and we are led into separate rooms.
"Wait here," the peacekeeper says to me, and then he turns and shuts the door behind him.
I sit down in a chair and I look around the room. It is kind of run down for District 2 standards. It seems like we are so busy building things for everyone else, we don't take care of our own buildings.
Soon, the door opens up and in walks my family. I stand up and Marceline runs up to me and gives me a hug, crying.
"Why couldn't it have been me! I swear if that other girl hadn't volunteered, I know it would have been me too!" she wails into my shoulder.
"Honestly, I'm glad it was me instead of you. I didn't want to have to see you get hurt," I whisper into her ear.
"Win the games for me, promise?" she asks.
"I promise," I reply, not knowing how well I could up hold that promise, but anything could happen in the games, I'll just have to wait and see what happens.
Priscilla Topaz (17) District 2
I am led into a separate room from Marshall Lee over there, and I am told to wait. Waiting in my opinion is boring. I hate it when people make you have to wait. I swear most of my life has been spent waiting for something. Whether it was my birthday, or, in this case, waiting for them to bring my family in. I sometimes think that I get bored too easily. I hear the door open and I look up. In walks my parents and little sister. Mayzie runs up and gives me a hug.
"You can do it Priscilla! I know you can! You are the best, and I just know you will win," she tells me.
"Do us proud Priscilla," my father says.
"I will, you don't have to worry about a thing. I'll see you guys before you know it!" I say enthusiastically.
"Well, if you fight half as well as your attitude, then we shouldn't have to worry," she responds with a laugh.
"I'll miss you Priscilla," Mayzie says, starting to tear up a little.
"Hey, don't start any of that. I'll see you all when I get back, and don't forget to watch the games. I'll be thinking of the promise I'm going to make to all of you. That promise is that I will come back no matter what. Despite the fact that if I do end up dying, I will die trying to be the pride of the District. Well, it is about time you folks got going. See you all when I get back!" I say as the peacekeepers come in to lead them out and to take me out to the train.
I know that I'll win! I did this, just so that I could get the chance to win for my District. No one will get in my way!
Here are the next reapings. I need you guys to send me more tributes. I know this chapter got out quickly, and I have enough to do chapters up to District 4, send me some more tributes guys.