150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Magna Tyrall ~ District 1

Were kicking off our Reading Day POV's with district 1. I hope you enjoy them!

Magna Tyrall POV

Another Reaping Day for another stupid Hunger Games. My last Reaping so I'm getting a little sick of them. I've nearly gone into the games before, but luckily, someone offered as tribute. Jeff Hayes. Lucky too, because it was my first year, back when I was 12. So if it wasn't for Jeff Hayes I probably wouldn't be here right now. After all, I'd only been training for a year. I would have been slaughtered in the bloodbath. Jeff Hayes won that year too, he teaches my brother at the local Primary School. Apparently he's really strict now and is a bit weird said my brother Tim. You can understand, he's probably still scared from his year in the Hunger Games. This year is the Quarter Quell and the big twist is that they hid the Cornucopia. One year, they made 2 games in one year, instead on one. The Capitol were all the rage for that. But a hidden Cornucopia is totally way off what I would have thought, because there's no legit bloodbath, and the Capitol love there blood. The escort now walks on stage. A short man with florescent coloured hair which brings out his dyed blue skin and shinny, golden eyes. He introduces the Reaping with the boring video from the Capitol that no one really cares about. But once the video, that you can tell he so dearly loves by mouthing all the words, is over, we get straight into reaping. It's seeming to not go as long as it does some years, but I'm not fussed about that. As always ladies first.

"Frankie Armich"

But before anyone can move a limb a voice bursts out from the 16 year old girls group

"I WANNA BE TRIBUTE!"

A girl with shining blonde hair and glistening green eyes steps out of the crowd. I've never seen her around before. I don't know her at all so I can't be the one to judge, but she does not look like an aggressive person that would volunteer to go into a game where all except one must die, infact, she doesn't look like she can hurt a fly, but she did volunteer, so, she'll be rather interesting to watch in the arena. She states her name but I don't bother listening. The escort moves towards the bowl of boys names, for some reason I get butterflies un my stomach. I do every year , mainly because I'm hoping I don't get reaped again. The small escort grabs a name and walks back to centre stage. He reaches up for his microphone and shouts in a cockney English accent

"Miles Cooper!"

 A tiny boy comes out from where all the 12 year olds stand. This makes me think bck to when I was 12 and got reaped. I think of how frightened I was, but this boy must be more scared then I was. He is much smaller then I was and tears are trickling down his soft red cheeks. His spinning around looking for his parents. I see his face pale and struck with horror. I had to do something, and all I keep thinking is, I had an abundance of experiences and I had been trained for 7 years now, and I definitely have more of a chance of winning then he does. I feel sick as I walk through the crown until I'm alined with the escort on stage, I take a deep breathe and shout,

"I VOLUNTEER!"

Oh. Shit. Now that I've said it everyone is staring at me and I begin to feel worried and a bit anxious for myself. That's not selfish. Is it? I have to stay positive, I'm strong, I'm tough, and now that I've thought about it I may even have a chance of winning this thing. I realise the camera's are following my every move right now so I put on a brave face. Well, I'm not sure how brave it is. It could come off a little menacing. But I'm a career. They're usually overly aggressive killing machines. I can skip up the path, singing now, can I? I'm walking up the stairs onto the stage towards the escort. Then I take notice of the female tribute. She has a beautiful, but scary smile on. It looks as if that would be the face she would give you before she kills you. There's a fire in her eyes and now that I see her up close she could be quite the competition. We shake hands both with a very firm grips as the escort announces us tributes from District One. Ethia. Her name is Ethia. Seems legit. We walk into the Justice Building together and sit on opposite sides of a big rom. The room is decorated with silver, patterned wall paper and cathedral high ceilings. My father and brother walk through the both. Both really proud of me. Tim, my brother, is crying and doesn't want me to leave. I can't tell him I'll be back because I'll probably be lying, so I tell him I'm thinking of him. I treasure this moment as it may be the last time with my family. I need to win at this point. They can't afford to lose another member in this family. My mother, she passed away from Leukaemia last year. I get really dizzy and a bit dazed at this point. But the words that the last thing my father will say to me ring in my ears

"You can win it son, I know you can"