District 4
Crystal stood in front of the cheering crowds of District 4. She had dressed especially, with a real deer skin and white spots on her dark skin.
"Welcome, welcome to the 100th Hunger Games!"
Another year of escorting, she thought, staring at the faces of the thousands of people.
"Well, why waste any more time, let's get to it already!" She looked a bit to excited, and the mentor, Sapphire Green, looked at her with unimpressed eyes.
Why would she say something like that? she thought, I mean "let's get too it already?" will she actually enjoy this?
She stopped listening to the boring speech until Crystal said, "right, time for the girls."
She had trained herself for 15 years of mentoring to ingrore the whole thing until those words were uttered. They were the only interesting thing she needed to hear. Crystal leaned into the glass bowl, clutching her deer head hat in her hand. After a while of fumbling, her fingers grabbed a slip of paper and pulled it out. She stared out at the crowd of children, the terrified twelve year olds, and the eighteen year olds, so close to escaping the reaping. Unfolding the paper she gazed at the name, in crisp, black ink.
"Coral Sanders!"
A cry erupted from the crowd, not from the fifteen year olds, from where the girl, Coral, walked calmly forwards, but from the twelve year olds, where a girl rushed forwards to the barrier, next to where Coral was making her way to the stage. She clasped her hands in the girls, who looked terrified. Peacekeepers approached them, but faltered at her sobs. Coral continued to reassure her, but her tears didn't comfort the girl. Another Peacekeeper strided forwards, through the audience and picked her the up by her sides, wrenching their hands apart. The girl screamed, but Coral just looked at her with sorry eyes, and walked onto the stage.
"Well hello there! Who was that girl, anyone close?"
Coral gave her a look with her grey eyes, looking out of place against the sea of blue and green in the crowd. Crystal, not noticing, looked back with expectation.
"She's... My sister," Coral said uncomfortably.
"Well that's lovely," she realised she should move on, and walked towards the second glass orb.
"Right," she muttered, as she grabbed the small piece of paper.
"Finn Tides,"
An older, muscular boy stepped forwards from the seventeen year olds. He walked to the stage, some of the boys clapping him on the shoulder as he walked past. Crystal didn't say anything, she just narrowed her eyes, so the curtain came down.
"Come on," Crystal said, "Right this way."