800th Hunger Games

Reapings

Laura Taylor's P.O.V. (District One)

        I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for the Reaping to start. In my excitement, I had gotten up before my family and left for the Reaping early enough that there were only a few merchants and laborers out. I looked out of place in my purple dress compared to their faded work clothes, until I got to the town square. Still, there were only a few other kids there and some Capitol workers running back and forth on the stage.

        This year's twist was that there would be no weapons in the arena, but 3 mutts to a tribute. Every tribute got a different mutt loyal only to them, that would die if they died. If the mutts died before the tribute, then said tribute would be weaponless.The mutts couldn't leave a 10 yard radius of a tribute, probably so they couldn't send their mutts after tributes. It wouldn't be entertaining for tributes to be killed without a good fight.

        Eventually, people started to fill the square. In about 30 minutes the square had filled and I was uncomfortably pressed in between people as the 17 year old section filled. I could see my parents off to the side in the ineligible section, frowning at me anxiously. They expected me to volunteer, like every other parent in District One. The escort took her seat beside the mayor and mentor on the stage, meaning the Reaping would begin soon. After another 15 or so minutes, the mayor stood and began the speech about the Dark Days. Only children paid attention to this; everyone older than 10 knew it by heart.

        After the mayors speech, the escort stood and stepped up to the podium. I noticed she was different from last year's escort. Guess she retired. This one had pale green curly hair coming to her ankles and a bright blue dress with some weird design made from what was probably foam cubes reaching from one of her shoulders to her waist. She smiled, and I realized her teeth were also bright blue. Dear God, Capitol people are strange.

        She introduced herself as Macaire Aeliana and showed a boring video similar to the mayor's speech. Finally, she made her way to the glass bowl filled with the girl's names and made a show of closing her eyes and turning away as she took one. Then she went back to the podium and carefully unfolded the slip of paper. "Jessamine Antonia!"

        "I volunteer as tribute!" I screamed immediately, my hand shooting up. Other volunteers' screams rang out, but I was first. The other girls around me grudgingly move away so I can get to the stage. Macaire waits for me, beaming.

"A volunteer, wonderful, wonderful!" I roll my eyes. Like there wouldn't be a volunteer in District One? "Your name, sweetie?"

        "Laura Taylor." I say, with a fake sweet voice and smile. She points me to my seat as she goes to choose the boy's name. I play with one of my bracelets and run through ways to kill in my head as she calls the male tribute. I glance up to see some guy walk up to the microphone. I think he's in my school, but I've never really noticed him before. Macaire makes us stand and shake hands before leading us off the stage to say our goodbyes.

        ~I'm only writing D1's Reaping because I'm lazy and since they're usually the same for the most part. So the tributes-

1:

Laura Taylor

Ned Rowan

2:

Kray Amaranth

King Akapla

3:

Tetra Matsuda

Ry Viscaria

4:

Emma Lantana

Adam Ren

5:

Nina Cypress

Darrian Mellight

6:

Ally Lattelley

Bill Acacius

7:

Miku Acantha

Solar Kleos

8:

Tess Korinna

Cameron Camilla

9:

Care Junia

Mick Priscilla

10:

Cheez Luciana

John Seneca

11:

Tina Amarerinum

Rei Platelle

12:

Marisa Ambrosia

Deal Aurelius