Panem Academy: 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤

The Reaping

Clove's P.O.V
For years, I've worked on getting perfect grades and perfect attendance. I'd work extra jobs in District 2, and I'd never take any extra food. It was hell. But it was worth it. Every year Panem takes one girl and one boy from each District with the most excellent achievements. They take them and place them in a special academy in Panem. They take all sorts of classes. Classes for Peacekeeping, Hair dressing, Fashion, and many more jobs at the Capitol. You can even train for The Hunger Games. You'll have a better chance of entering if you're in the academy. Everytime you do a job in your district, get amazing grades, or any other achievement, your name is put into a big glass bowl and if your name gets picked at the Reaping, you're going to the Academy. And I made sure to get my name in many times.

At the Reaping, one boy and girl are picked to attend the school. And today is the day it's happening.

Excitement burns like fire in my stomach. It scorches all the butterflies and leaves me shaking in wait. I hurry and toss my grey plain and simple clothes around my small bedroom. You're expected to look nice. I want to look my best when I'm reaped.
"Clove?" I hear a faint voice muffle from behind my closed door.
"I'll be there in just a minute!" I struggle to pull my grey dress pants over my hips in a hurry but I manage. I quickly throw on a grey blazer over my white long sleeved shirt. I think I look decent. I spin around on my heels and look in the mirror. Oh my god! My hair! A few black strands stick out in odd places. It looks like a rats nest! I fumble my hands along my tiny desk and grab my hairbrush. I'm late! I was up pretty late last night. I couldn't sleep. I mean, I've been waiting for this day forever!

My hairbrush suddenly gets caught in a knot in my hair and I wince. Oops. Eh. Good enough. I toss my brush onto the bed and slip on my slightly scuffed up flat slip on shoes. Okay. I'm ready. I hurry out my bedroom door and down the stairs of my small humble house I share with my two siblings and my parents. I have a little brother, Wren, he's five. I also have an older brother, Tommy, he's nineteen. He's too old to be reaped into the academy and Wren is too young.
My mother and father are always working in the Nut. I never see them anymore. But I don't mind. Tommy always takes care of me. I rush out of the front door, passing my brothers at the kitchen table nibbling on some cereal. I always find myself in a hurry these days. And frankly, I'm getting a little stressed out. "Hey! You need to eat!" Tommy shouts from the doorstep.
"I cant! I'm late!" I yell. The Reaping Day whistle blows and I try to slow down to a casual walk. But I end up jogging anyway. Phew. When the Reaping stage comes into veiw I hurry and get into the attendance line. You have to spit into this little dish for DNA. It's strange. But I don't question anything. I eventually get to the front of the line and a lady in scrubs meets me.
"Hello." She welcomes me, smiles a little. Then she hands me the little dish.
"Spit please." I spit into it and hand it back to her. She scans it with a little scanner and it beeps.
"Thank you." I nod towards her and walk to the crowd of girls.