Leanna Ramal - District Three
"Oh darling, you look absolutely gorgeous!" My stylist, Stella, exclaims.
I look at myself in the mirror with a bored expressions on my face. Being an escort isn't my favourite job ever. I feel bad for all the children who get reaped, especially the little twelve year olds. They're so innocent, they don't deserve to be in the Games.
"Okay, you're up soon!" Stella informs me. We stand up and grab the bottom of my dress with an annoyed sigh. It's so big and poufy which I hate. I don't really care how I look, so my stylists went crazy. My dress is a huge pale orange poufy thing with a big matching wig. They added huge heels to my feet. I wish I could wear anything but.
The mayor is done so I teeter out onto the stage, trying not to fall on my face.
"Good afternoon," I say to the crowd. I cross over to the bowl and pick out a slip. I read it out.
"Trevor Twilight." Trevor comes out of the seventeen year old section. He's medium height and has black hair. He's smiling as he sits down. Next name. My hands are shaking as I pick the slip. I take a few deep breaths and unfold the paper.
"Hayden Nightlook," I announce. No one comes out right away. Then a little boy comes out of the twelve year old section, looking really nervous and scared.
"Take a seat," I say to Hayden, smiling a little to make him feel better. He slowly sits down next to Trevor. He looks like he could throw up any second.
"Um, those are the tributes from District Three, Trevor Twilight and Hayden Nightlook," I announce nervously to the square.
Jay Vreeland - District Four
"Jay!! Let's go!" Dad yells from downstairs.
I run a comb through my hair one last time, but there's no point, it's just staying messy. I sigh but quickly head downstairs. My dad, mum, and twin sister are waiting there. I hug my mum and sister. "I love you, Jay," my mum says. "Love you too." I hug her tightly.
"Don't get picked," my twin sister Dawn tells me. "I'll do my best not to," I say back. "Let's go, Jay," Dad says. We say bye one last time and then head out and walk down to the square. I say bye to Dad and give him a hug. He heads to the back with the parents and I walk over to the fourteen year old section.
"Hey," someone says from behind me. I spin around to see my best friend Pierce standing there. "Hey," I say back as he steps next to me.
District Four's escort, Florence Flynn, begins the whole "Happy Hunger Games" and "May the odds be ever in your favour" and then gets to the names.
"Jay Vreeland," she reads out. My mouth goes dry and my stomach drops to the floor. How could it be me?! I look over at Pierce.
"Well come on up," Florence says. I slowly step out and walk up. "I'm fourteen," I tell her quietly. I sit down in one of the chairs and look out into the crowd. Dad is wiping at the tears in his eyes, tears form in mine as well. I angrily wipe them away.
Florence draws the next name.
"Pierce Lillay," she says in a clear voice. I snap my head up fast. No. No. No no no. This must be some kind of joke. Both Pierce and I couldn't have been picked. What is this? What are the odds of that happening?!
Pierce slowly walks up and sits down in the chair next to me. He looks at me. Anger rises inside of me. But there's nothing I can do about this.
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The 275th Hunger Games
Fanfic*cover is done by @herafarrelle! It's the 275th Games and a Quarter Quell. They have just found out the rules for the Quarter Quell this year and the reaping are about to start. For the 275th Games and the 11th Quarter Quell, there will be three Ga...
