I own nothing! And I'm sorry to have taken so long to update- don't expect an update this weekend, because I will be at Angel Island on Saturday and jam writing a paper on Friday! Sunday is polish day for the same paper, so EVERYTHING is full... sorry.

DISTRICT 6

After getting one of my rare glasses of scotch from the kitchen, I settled back into my cushy couch and curled tight. Unpausing the District 6 Reapings, I took a sip of my scotch. It was smooth and warmed my throat as it went down. I decided that tonight did not have to be as stressful and irritating as I had originally thought it would be.

The scene that my video started with was that of the Mayor reading the Treaty of Treason. Once again, he droned on and on about the days before Panem "rose from the ashes, ringed by thirteen magnificent districts" and about how "then came the dark days." Finally, he came to the very last line: "This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future." FINALLY! HE WAS DONE!

That Mayor must have one of the absolute best monotones in the entire country of Panem. I was glad to see the Escort, Kairon Cain, stand up from his seat. You remember that Escort Aiden Artesian? Black hair, pale skin, black clothes, piercings? How I said he was eye candy? I've changed my mind. Kairon Cain and Clayton Azrael are the two Escorts that I have my eye on. Kairon has such dreamy blond hair, he's my age, and his skin is tanned perfectly. His eyes are a kind of dusky blue with green streaks, and he's such a gentleman! I've seen him around, even talked to him a few times. I really like him.

Clayton, on the other hand, I've known since I was three -he's a year older than I. Our parents knew each other, and his older sister, Chloe, and I are best friends, despite the four-year age gap. Clayton used to be this absolute gentleman, but he's changed now. Three years ago he was the most studious young man I've ever met. Now, he's got an absolute WITCH for a girlfriend (she's over-controlling, and won't even let him talk to his sister unless Madison gives him permission!), he parties, and he doesn't take anything seriously! I want to know what happened- I've been in love with him for the last nine years. I just started to get over him in January earlier this year, and ten months later, I've almost gotten to where I can see him without starting to cry.

Anyway, Kairon was dressed in his normal camouflage suit, and the unbuttoned jacket flapped around him in the breeze. I watched in adoration as he stepped over to the Reaping bowls.

He dipped his hand into the Reaping bowl - shaped like a giant black-wrapped square candy that had the words "Midnight Reverie" on it in gold letters- another clue to the Arena, perhaps? Anyhoo, he drew out a name and sauntered over to the microphone.

"Alaina Midnight!" What a coincidence, eh? A "Midnight" Reaping candy and a "Midnight" tribute!

A girl walked out of the farthest row confidently. The wind whipped her glossy shoulder-length black hair and tattered white dress about her with force, and I thought for sure she would be blown away, she was that skinny (well, not so much skinny as just slim; none of her bones were jutting out of her cheeks, so I guess she had what is called a willowy body). Her dusty black boots were clearly visible below the ripped hem of her dress, and her overall appearance was quite shabby. The one thing that stuck out was her dark grey eyes - they looked stormy, like the eyes of the mythological goddess of old, Athena.

She soon reached the stage and Kairon, propelled quickly by her confident step. Once she was standing right next to him, he looked over at her (did I mention he's only about 5'8?) and asked the same questions he asks every year. "How old are you? What's your name?"

Alaina stared at him for a second. Was it just me, or did her face falter? I guess it doesn't matter, because a few seconds later, she was answering him. "My name is Alaina Midnight. I'm seventeen. Can you hurry up?"

Kairon stared at her in disbelief. "Well aren't you enthusiastic?"

"No," she stated quietly. "Just bored. We all know that District 6 doesn't normally last long in the Games, so can you just draw the boy so I can go eat some Capitol food?"

Kairon grinned at her, and walked over to the same Reaping candy again. I guess that it had a divider in it, because he slipped his hand into the other side of chocolate and pulled out another name and waltzed over to the microphone again. "Harley Chang" was the only thing that issued from his lips.

A boy from the same general location that Alaina had come from laughed and walked to the stage. His bad attempt at a Mohawk jiggled slightly in the gentle breeze that had come about after the roaring wind, and his unappealing yellowed skin was translucent and thin. His eyes had large dark bags underneath them, and nose was red and irritated. When he made it to the stage and was standing by Kairon, I could see that his eyes were bloodshot and red. His arms were covered in puncture stabs, and his fingernails were dirty and overgrown.

The Escort looked at him with distaste. "And you are how old?..."

Harley laughed out loud. "I'm Harley. Call me Lee. And I'm seventeen. Never thought I'd die like this- I always thought it'd be the drugs that got me! Whaddya think, Kairon?" He slung his pale arm around Kairon's shoulders and grinned out at the crowd as though he was drunk. I watched with something like gratitude when Kairon shrugged "Lee's" arm off of him, and was even happier when Kairon announced that it was time to leave.

"These are your tributes! Tributes, shake hands, so we can go eat some Capitol food, as Alaina said!" Harley and Alaina shook hands, and Kairon looked out at the crowd again. "Happy Hunger Games!"

I feel like I should say something... Let's just stick with a quote, eh?

"No matter how many times people try to criticize you, the best revenge is to prove them wrong."

Zayn Malik