Heaven LaFratta's POV
I starred out of my bedroom window as James Brooks walks by. His sandy blond hair shines in the rising sun and his big blue eyes gaze up at me, signaling me to come down.
I quickly throw on the dress I had laid out. It was extremely pretty. It was a pure white with sequins lining the top. The ruffled skirt was made of a soft material that matched my white slippers. I had already styled my hair, tucking my light blond ringlet locks into a ballet style bun. I had a strange appearance for a District Twelve girl. I had the blond hair and hazel eyes from the merchant area, but my skin was tan like the seam kids. I have delicate, childish features and I'm often mistaken for a younger girl.
I rush downstairs as I meet up with James. As I open the door, he takes in a gasp. I have had a crush on James for a while, but I'm not sure he likes me back. Therefore, I go out of my way to impress hike, whether it's wearing a pretty dress, or reading an extra difficult book.
Both James and I are obsessed with reading. I'm mostly into it because of my mom, who's a teacher at the high school. Every few days, James and I would trade our favorite books and spend hours reading together. My mom always says that I should get a social life and spend time with someone other than James. But I'm fine with just the two of us.
"Hey, Heaven," James says, his adorable features gazing into my eyes. He looks just like a teddy bear. In fact, his older sister nicknamed him Teddy. This is because his childish features and large eyes resemble one.
"Hey James! Did you finish the book I lent you?" I ask cheerfully.
"Umm yeah, here it is. I loved it!" He hands me my book back. This one was my prized possession, a first edition. But I trusted James with anything.
"Soo, are you ready to go?" I ask him.
He nods as I set my book inside and we head of to the Reapings.
-oOo-
Freaton Durein Gefle's POV
I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh with disappointment. I'm as ugly as ever. No girl will ever like me. I'm skinny, my face is just hideous and I'm awkward. I've tried everything to look good. I've worked out, which failed epically, I couldn't lift even the lightest weight. Also, I've tried every guy hair product I could afford, but it just made me smell horrible and my hair like plastic. My dull Seam grey eyes are colorless and plain and my long dirty blond hair is limp and ugly. My olive skin is more of a yellow and I'm stick thin. The only remotely cool thing about me is my pranks, which usually turn out horribly and make me look like the fool.
I can't even look nice in my grey dress clothes. I should just stop trying. I'll always be a loser to the world. Ever since my dad died of pneumonia, a few years ago, I've been lonely and depressed. I've feared death ever since that day when he left us.
I sulk downstairs where my mom is looking for food for breakfast. Of course, there is none, since we can barely afford anything. Therefore, I just skip breakfast, as usual.
Today is my least favorite day of the year. The day when two kids are selected to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. I'm hoping for the best and that I don't get reaped. Taking one last look at the small house we live in, my mom and I leave for the Square.
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Heaven LaFratta's POV
James and I walk over to the fourteen year olds section while exchanging a worried glance between the two of us.
"Okay, let's make an agreement okay?" James proposes.
"Alright, what is it?" I ask, curious.
"Promise me, that if one of us is chosen, don't volunteer. If one of us wins, then we can stay together," he says solemnly.
"I promise," I say. However I know that if I'm chosen, I won't survive. I know that I could bring myself to kill anyone. My negative thoughts are interrupted as our escort, Butterfly Morlos tiptoes onto the stage.
Butterfly is definitely my favorite escort so far. She's more quiet and not screechy like some of the others we've had.
"Happy Hunger Games, everyone!" She barely whispers into the microphone. Her pale pink hair looks almost white in the cloudy weather and her bright blue eyes shine vibrantly. "As usual, we will be selecting our female tribute first."
She timidly walks over to the girls bowl and pulls out a name.
"Heaven LaFratta."
I give James a look of fright as I step out to face my destiny.
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Freaton Gefle's POV
I watch as a beautiful girl, about my age, steps onto the stage. Her face is indifferent, but I know on the inside, she's scared to death. I feel sorry for her, she shouldn't have to die so early in her life. District Twelve hasn't had a victor in years, most of us die in the bloodbath.
Our kooky escort gracefully walks over to the boys bowl and grabs a name.
"Freaton Gefle..."
I must stay strong, I can't show weakness or I will die for sure. As I step up next to Heaven, Butterfly wrinkles her nose at me. She probably thinks I'm the ugliest tribute she's ever seen. I know I won't survive far in the games. The capital would never let a loser like me win. I shake hands with Heaven as I gaze into her beautiful hazel eyes...
A/N
Finally, the Reapings are finished! Thanks starry-eyed dreamer86 for Heaven, bloodbath77 for Freaton, and Tigergirl22 for Butterfly. The winner for the head game maker is... Jayla MacKenzie, sent in by tasherekalb! The fan favorite poll is being posted on my profile so go ahead and vote!
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