hey guys! elijah/natalie here writing our prologue! get pumped man, it's going to be good.
ps: didn't know what to use for names, so i just used our names. i'm too lazy to look up names. we might change them later on, idk. anyways, on with the story!
elijah
Hearing the beeping of my alarm clock, I groan. Then I realize what day it is. Reaping day. I mumble a curse under my breath. I put on my glasses, and adjust to the environment. The world goes from fuzzy to clear. Outside of my window, I can see the fences from the outside of my district fence. The district has very tight security . . . I shake my head, and then remember what I had told myself earlier.
"Reaping day, reaping day, reaping day." I repeatedly mutter to myself. I rush to my very small closet, and pick out a formal outfit. I quickly change, and run out to the living room. My mother had her wide eyes on the TV. I looked over to it, to see the rest of the district, ages twelve through eighteen, walking towards the place where they prick your finger. My eyes widen, and I grab a hairbrush, brushing out the knots in my messed up hair. I run out the door, and join the line of girls waiting to go through the torture of the reaping.
I shake my head, and a tear falls down my face.
khloe
Reaping day, reaping day, reaping day. God, President Snow is weird. Why did he even decide on The Hunger Games? How, actually? I shake my head, and get dressed quickly. I still had an hour before the reaping actually begins, but I like to be prepared. After getting dressed, I run into the kitchen, to find my older brother who is no longer able to be reaped for the Games. He was actually in the Games before- he was a victor. He's told me his stories of being in the Games.
"It's weird, really. Your number one threats aren't the other tributes- it's the animatronics. They pop out of nowhere, and stuff you into a suit like the suit they're in. If you don't die like that, then you're killed by another tribute. Unless if you're killed off when the mutts come out. The titans. They represent the dead tributes. They look like giant, naked, humans, with no inappropriate places. But, you can tell it's a tribute because of their hair and eyes. It's scary. During the Games, you're forced to be in these weird suits, they look like janitor suits. If you're ever reaped, then just watch your back, Khloe."
I always ignored his information on staying alive. Even if he was the last victor of the Games from our district. I grab an apple from the fruit bowl, and eat it all. I then run out to the line of girls waiting to be put into the reaping bowl.
alyssa
The victors were all stuck up. Plain rude. You couldn't ask them for advice if your life depended on it. I groan and look out the window. I was already ready for the reaping. I could be reaped for all I care. I mean, I would probably die, but seriously. It beats living here. It sucks not living in a ccareer district. What district is this? District six. It's crazy, really. Living in a district that a cannibal could've lived in if Snow didn't kill him off.
The sirens make me jump out of my thoughts. I run out of the door, and into the line of girls anxiously waiting to see whose name is going to be pulled.
okaY.
alyssa, i had to choose your district. kk? kk.
-elijah
ps: i still think our cover is kinda bad. you can see piccollage's watermark ffs.|
i mean, and the thing is mainly based around thg, yet all we get is a mockingjay pin hidden in the front office.
