Chapter 10- District 11 and 12's Reapings

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District 11

"TRILLAN PRUETT, GET DOWN HERE!" shouted a small woman with dark brown hair and dark brown skin. Trillan sat in his room upstairs, his feet scuffing the floor. He didn't care what his mother yelled at him. He was not coming down. His room was a wreck. The floor was scratched beyond repair, his closet had everything but clothes hanging up, and his bed was turned over. This was all a result of Trillan's major anger issues.

"No, Mom. I'm not coming down there to go to the Reapings," he said calmly. This happened every year. The peacekeepers would come and take him to the Reaping, upon much struggle. He went in whatever. Today, it happened to be long pajama pants and no shirt.

"The peacekeepers are here to take you Sweety," her voice had calmed down as the peacekeepers shoes marched up the steps. The door was soon knocked in. Trillan sat on his floor, no surprise in his eyes. As they started to take his arms roughly, he swung a knife from his pocket. This had also happened before and they knocked it out of his hand with ease. They took his arms again and led him down the stairs, him flailing his body in different directions, trying to escape. He knew he couldn't. It was no use, but he tried anyway.

When they got out the door, he was silent. He walked peacefully. I wonder if I'll get picked this year. I wonder if they still remember Till, questions were repeating themselves in Trillian's head. They swarmed like bees. He fell into darkness.

The sky was bright and sunny. The pink escort stood on stage, a small girl standing beside her. She walked over to the boy's bowl and selected a slip. She walked back over to the mic, her steps shaky. "Till Pruett." She said it with such diction that Trillian thought he had heard he hadn't. His older brother, only 14 at the time, took confident strides towards the stage. Trillan yelled and screamed and cried. This couldn't be happening. No. No. NO! So many thoughts were running through Trillian's head as the peacekeepers held him down, his hands bloody from trying to escape. Till turned away and was led into the Justice Building without looking at his crying brother.

Trillian was in the kitchen when he heard the announcer's voice from the TV. "Till Pruett has... committed suicide? That's a first in the history of the Hunger Games!" Trillian listened as the man announced how he had in every gory detail. He ran into the living room crying for his mother, only to see his brother killing himself, a replay in action.

Summer sat in a field of lilies. Her curly brown hair spread out like wings behind her and her dark eyes shimmered in the morning sun. The sky was a light blue and the white, fluffy clouds were sparse. This day is perfect, she thought to herself, soaking up the sun. Her pink, floral dress was laid gently on her knees.

She sat up suddenly, remembering why she was wearing the fancy dress her brother had bought her. This day is not perfect. It's Reaping day, she remembered sadly. Summer stood up, brushing herself off and she began to walk slowly back to her grandmother's house where she and her brother stayed.

Summer's parents had been taken for being Rebels. She didn't know this at the time as she was only 4, but her older brother was well aware. Spud was 20 now, 8 years older than her. He had survived the Reapings and Summer was praying that she would, too.

"Summer! Hey, Summer!" Summer turned quickly, as she recognized the voice of her best friend. His crazy curly hair was cut short for the summer and his clothes were torn in multiple places from working out in the fields. Bean ran up to her, grasping her in a bear hug.

She laughed," Hey! What's up?"

"Wanna go to the Reaping together?" He smiled crookedly as he always did, the laughter is his eyes shining. She nodded and took his hand, glad she didn't have to go alone. He had always been there for her and she figured he always would. They were stuck together. Forever and always, they had always said.

Children entered the square from all different directions. All with the same thought in mind. Will I get Reaped? Some smaller children were crying and parents' thumbs twiddled nervously in angst. There were small yelps coming from the peacekeeper's tables. Everyone got in their places slowly, hoping that the slower they got there, the longer their life would be.

As the crowd quieted down, a tall, lanky woman walked to the stage. Her hair was a platinum blonde, almost silver color and was as long as her knees. It was in small ringlets and laid over her wings. The wings were huge and bubble gum pink. They twinkled in the morning sun. She wore a short dress that was bright pink, representing a fairy. Sort of. She wore ballet flats with the toe curled up into little, fluffy, pink balls. Her voice was high and chirpy as she said, " Welcome! My name is Lilacia and I love selecting these brave people to win for their district!" She waited for an applause, but she got none so she quickly continued, "Well, how 'bout we watch the wonderful Capitol video!"

A couple of groans murmured through the audience. The video was the same every year. The deep man's voice saying how great the Capitol is and why we have to have The Hunger Games. The video ends with a shudder and the crowd looks back toward the escort, anxiously awaiting the announcement of who will probably die. "Okay! Let's do the ladies first. Shall we?" She hops over to the glass bowl, filled with many names, and selects one, not looking at where she put her hand. She then hops back over to the microphone and opens the slip. The crowd is dead silent as she opens the slip. " Summer Holcomb!"

Summer walks to the stage, a shake in every step. Her mind was running crazy as she stood by the escort. The escort smiled and said, "Now what a beautiful girl! I know you'll do wonderful in the Games!" The escort walks to the boys bowl and picks the one on the very top, the one that has a small tear. " The male tribute is... Trillian Pruett!"

A scream is heard through the square. Peacekeepers run to Trillian as he starts to run. A small needle is shot into his body and he freezes. The peacekeepers catch him as he falls, only his chest rising and falling telling the town that he is alive. The men holding him wave to the escort, telling him to finish without him on the stage.

Lilacia catches her breath and finishes her moment in the spotlight. " I know these tributes will be blessed in the arena!" She takes Summer's hand as she leads her into the stone building, so that Summer can say her last goodbyes and know she won't come back. Trillian is pulled along by his arms to the stage and through the heavy door. He knew that he had nothing and no one to say goodbye to and he could only hope that he would be with his brother soon.

District 12

Mayzie's long, blond hair fell freely to her waist. Her gray-blue eyes were tired and her skinny frame slumped. She looked in the mirror, surprised to see such a tired face. A long crack ran right through her face as she moved closer to the mirror. She sighed and headed to the one bathroom the family shared.

Mayzie stripped and stepped into the shower, turning the knob on the faucet. The cold water shot out from above her and chills bumps rose to her skin as she shivered. She washed quickly, using the special store bought soap for this "special" occasion.

Wrapped in a towel, she opened her closet doors. A small green box laid in the back and she carefully picked it up and placed it on her bed. She opened the lid and laid the slightly dirty, but still pretty, white lace dress on her bed. She took a deep breath and dropped the towel, hurrying to get the dress over her head. He didn't want anyone to see her prominent ribcage or collar bone, from lack of food, through her unclothed windows. Her grandmother's old dress fit her perfectly now that she was 13.

A light knock on her door signaled it was time to go. As she opened the door, her twin sister stood before her in a light blue dress. "Want me to do your hair? It would look soooo pretty in a fishtail crown braid!"

Mayzie laughed, "Sure!" She sat on an old stool in front of her vanity as Mazzie careful braided a crown around her head. Once she was finished, Mayzie had a blond halo and the rest of her hair was kept down. She smiled and grasped her sisters hand as they walked out the door to the Reaping.

They walked at the same pace, their footsteps matching. They talked about many things. Who would get reaped, what they would do after the reaping, and so on. The twins soon arrived and stood beside each other in the small crowd.

A small woman stood on stage, Her hair and clothes multiple colors. She was like a living rainbow. "Welcome to the Reaping for the 98th Hunger Games!" She sang. Like, literally sang. "Since you people don't have the special capitol screens, we will go on to the reading of the girl's name!" She stepped carefully to the girl's bowl and selected one. She then walked back to the microphone and announced, " Mayzie Weaton!" Mayzie froze. It couldn't be her. No, no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Her thoughts soared as she took small steps to the stage, trying not to hear her sister's cries. She stood frozen until she shook hands with a tall boy who looked strong enough to go pretty far in the games. She turned and headed into the small, rickety Justice Building to say her goodbyes.

Lillian's POV

"Well, that sums up our Reapings. Time to get to work." Everybody headed to their stations to prepare for the games. I stood there for a second, thoughts swarming my already nervous head. My arena was coming together and just like that, I sat down in my chair and switched on my monitor, ready to work. These are going to be the best games yet, I thought to myself.

A/N: Oh. My. Gosh. We are finally done with the Reapings! I'm so excited! Couple things:

I didn't include the D12 male's reaping because he will be a BB character and I felt like he didn't need to be gone into detail for the time being.

Do you guys want me to write the goodbyes? If I do, it will be 2 chapters and then we will move on to the trains. Tell me what you think in a review. :)

I'm changing my whole sponsor system. The info will be in a chapter tomorrow and the sponsor points will be on my profile. We will also be doing a rating for each tribute, which will be explained in the chapter tomorrow.

So yeah! I love you all and watch out for quicker updates now that the Reapings are DONE! Have an amazing day!

-Mere aka katnisspeetaforever12