Author's Note: Sorry for the waiting. I have this written since last Friday, but I just didn't have time to type it on the computer. Hope, you'll forgive me :-) There are several parts where I used words that are not exactly something I would use often - which means they may not be the best ones for the situation (especially the word compassionate is so hard to use/replace), but I think you'll understand what I mean...Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games. I own several characters (president Crystal, Lara, Gamemakers, Stylists,...), but I do not own the characters of the tributes (except Taylor Sandbloom and probably the Capitolan Tributes).
District Four: Reaping - Part Two
Clara's POV
The Escort looked really ridiculous. She was wearing a short dress which was probably blue, but there were small replicas of ships attached to it. She wore high-heeled shoes that looked like dead fish and she had blue ornaments tatooed on her face, with decoration of small sparkling stones. Her green hair looked as if she fell to the water just a minute ago.
"...for the honor of fighting in the Millenia Games!" she ended her usual speech. If she put as much effort in the speech as she did in her appearance she may've made someone volunteer. But as always. she sounded bored.
"We shall start with the ladies!" Please, don't pick Bridget...
"The District Four female tribute for the Millenia Games is..." Don't pick Bridget! "...Clara Hemmingway!"
I was stunned. Wh-What just happened?
I heard my mother crying in the background as I, still not quite comprehending what was happening, approached the stage. The Escort grabbed me and led me to the microphone. I saw my mother crying and father kneeling on the ground, shaking his head in disbelief.
People around them were watching them with compassionate expressions. Oh my god, I was reaped! How is that possible? I don't want to die! Calm down Clara, just stay cool, you are strong, you can do this!
"And now let's pick our other representant..."
Nico's POV
Poor Hemmingway's. It's bad enough they lost their son.
"The District Four male tribute is..."
Just get it over with...
"...Nico Linta!"
I started shaking. That couldn't be my name, could it? When people started to move away from me, I realized that I really was reaped.
Clara's POV
What is he doing? He can't go through with looking like the vulnerable one. He looks far too athletic for that.
He was horrified, that was obvious. I could see a small girl in the background in the arms of a man, both of them crying. Beside them there was a woman, holding the man's hand, looking terrified yet standing strong because of... hope?
"Let's applause for our tributes!"
The people of our District unenthusiastically clapped and we left the stage.
P.S. Yeah, I am sorry it's so short again.
P.P.S. Still didn't get to recount the points. But I will do it during the next week.
P.P.P.S. I hope you're not bored yet. I will try to finish the Reapings soon, because I am starting to be bored ;-) But stay with me, I am almost halfway there!
P.P.P.P.S. Review? Please?