So a lot of you guys have been wondering why the girl from 6, Kaylia, was training before the games and don't worry it will be explained in the training center chapter! And I want to give a special thanks to 112charlie112 for helping me with the boy for this chapter you rock girl! Thank you so much for all this!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger games or these tributes just the plot and maybe a tree or two :P
Willow Wood age 13 POV
"No, no no" I"m whiping my dress with a green rag trying to get the dirt out of it but no use my pure white cotton dress is ruined.
"Dumb root" I muttered to myself
Because of that annoying root my pure white reaping dress was covered with dirt.
"What happened?" I turn around and see my four best friends Jo, Rose, Poppy, and Pine.
"Ummmmm, I tripped over a tree root and fell in some mud."
"Hey look an Orchid! Oh wait no, oh my gosh, Willow, I'm so sorry!" Poppy said a look of regret plastered across her face.
"Its okay, you didn't mean to." I said pretending everything was okay but to tell you the truth it wasn't.
So I have a sister named orchid or should I say I had. Here in district seven people spend a lot of time well, killing trees and Orchid was out in the woods chopping a tree down and the worker behind her accidentally chopped the side the wrong way and it landed on her. Orchid made it out alive but she had a problem with her brain. She was then incapable of working so one day the mayor decided to execute her. And I have gotten over it. Mostly. But the dreams still haunt me.
Sampson Haynes age 17 POV
I find my hands stroking the locket hanging around my neck. Inside is a picture of my mum and dad one side, both of them looking so happy and… alive. But that was before the peacekeepers decided we were to happy as to me it's their job to keep everyone miserable here in district 7. Maybe it's just our district they hate, or maybe they do the same everywhere else. But since we're not allowed contact with the other district, I'll never find out.
On the other side of a locket is a picture of Ellen, the love of my life. I feel like I'm free to be whoever I want to be with her. She doesn't pressure me like my dad does, ever since I decided to work along by him as a lumberjack he's expected so much more of me. Or my mum, who is no longer with me. I can't stop thinking about her, I could have done something. I could have stopped her death. But I was only a kid back then, so I guess there wasn't much a small boy could do in a situation like that. My mind is always wandering off and thinking about what could have happened. But when I'm with Ellen, all the pressure seems to drift away, my mind starts thinking happier things and I'm not constantly reminded of my mother's death. She makes my life complete.
If it wasn't for the hunger games, my life would be complete. I worry every year about Rosie getting chosen for the games. I'm terrified that one day I'll lose her to the cruel, bitter Capitol who feed off the sorrow and misery of the citizens of Panem.
My eyes snap open as an axe slices through the tree bark next to me. I look at my father, letting go of the locket. My face is obviously dazed from daydream. "You can go home now, you look tired out" my dad says, giving me a warm smile. He must really mean it since I don't think he's smiled since mum was alive. I pick up my ax (one that came in the pack that my dad bought me for my birthday) and start walking back through the woods towards our small house at the edge of them.
Willow wood's POV
After the mention of Orchid, none of us was talking, it was very awkward. Poppy, Pine, Rose, Jo, and I, finally start walking to the reaping and we walk over to the thirteen section.
"So who do you want to get reaped?" Pine barely got out
"I would be fine with anyone, but me!"
Our escort Kwarnia came out on stage and didn't even say a word just walked over to the girls bowl. Talk about RUDE! Anyway she pulled out a sheet of paper, but didn't say anything she just looked at the audience. Eyeing each and every one of us but when she spots me she stops she focuses on me then looks at the paper then finally reads the name aloud.
"Willow Wood" Kwarnia says in a whisper
I just want to throw something I'm so upset why me? why couldn't it have been someone else? But at the same time I am relived it could have been Poppy, or Pine, or Rose. But out of all of them it could have been Jo she had her name in that bowl more than I can count but I finally take a deep breath and walk up quietly. I have to accept it, because I know that nobody is going to volunteer for me I mean nobody really knows who I am.
As soon as I get to the top of the stage Kwarnia embraces me in a tight hug and whispers in my ear.
"I am so sorry this happened to you I hope you get out you deserve your life." She cries into my shoulder making it damp with her wet tears. BUt what I don't get is that she doesn't even know me! But I can see in her eyes that she is different that she really hates these games.
As do I but I can only wish for the best.
I fling my ax down on the floor as I walk in, surprised it didn't make a hole in the floor. Then I rush upstairs and wash my face and hands, trying to get all the mud of and make myself look presentable for the reaping. Then I change into the fanciest clothes I own, a white dress shirt and black dress pants. My shiny black shoes sit on the edge of my bed, still shining from the polish I used on them last night, before I went to sleep. But I didn't get any sleep last night, I don't usually get much the night before the reaping, when all I can think about is what happens if Ellen is chosen.
I put a hand through my hair, pushing it back though there isn't really that much to push. My dad is downstairs sharpening his axe, having obviously just got back. He looks up as I walk in. "You look decent" He says plainly, putting his axe down on the small table beside him. "We better head off to the reaping then" dad says, standing up and heading to the door. He's still wearing his lumberjack clothes, covered in dirt and smelling like the fresh outdoors. To the Capitol this would seem disrespectful I guess, but that has never stopped my dad.
We walk into the main square and I immediately walk over to the love of my life, whom I spot standing near the back waiting. "Ellen" I say, tapping her shoulder. She spins around and smiles at the sight of me. "Sampson" She whispers. I pull her into a hug and she rests her head on my chest. The escort walks up to the microphone at the front of the reaping stage and I quickly rush over to the other seventeen year olds. The female tribute is chosen, another unknown name that will probably not be seen again in person. I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that the love of my life will stay safe another year. "And this year's boy tribute" The escort calls out in her screech voice, "is" everyone tenses up as she pulls out a boys name, "Sampson Haynes" She trills.
I feel all the blood rush from my face as people turn around to look at me. Someone nudges me in the back and I have to force my feet to move forward, up onto the stage. The escort holds her hand out to me with a big fake smile plastered on her face. I grit my teeth together, ignoring her hand and standing next to district seven's other tribute for the games. I look out into the crowd and see my father's sorrowful face looking up at me. I'm pretty sure I see a tear in his eye. Which is something quite remarkable for a man like him. And that's when I realize how important this is. I need to win these games. If not for myself, then for him and Ellen. The only two people I have left to love.
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