Quelling the Flames

Lexi, District 7, Task 1

I was given a soft green tee-shirt, with some prints of leaves, but very simple, which had a mossy texture too. I did have a feeling of a walking tree, but that hardly mattered. They added some silvers and sparkles to my hair, though I argued a lot because I never preferred this colour called silver, but had to give up.
I guess my designers were trying to make me resemble my district, but all that time I was thinking about the people from district 7 and the then scene of the reaping day kept playing in my head, until I realize that there was actually someone else, except me for a tribute, I tried to recall the second tributes name, but couldn't because when his name was being announced, I had not overcome the shock.
But then I did remember his face, but still I had never actually met him before, though I had seen him once or twice, but our paths never crossed, until that awful day. And then those words from my speech which I had given to the people of district 7, secretly, three months before the reaping day, about this rubbish game, and how strongly I wanted to revolt against it, because every year there were many sacrifices made just to entertain the Capitol.
And at this thought, I really wanted to plant some bombs in Capitol because this year even I was victim and was in Capitol too, but it was indeed useless. My mother was always against it and revolted but I think that was the only reason why my father poisoned her, so that he was safe. But he did forget one thing that I was my mother's daughter and had already made plans for this revolt to again take place. Right now, looking at the present scenario it would be quite difficult because for that I had kill tributes. And I stood no chance.
There, I was ready for the parade, I and the second tribute whose name I did ask, though that was rude of me, but I couldn't think of any other way. He told me that it was 'Lucas'. So, I and Lucas were forced onto our carriage. I did see other tributes, one with dark grayish blue tunic with gold vest, the other in a white dress, and a tribute with a cowboy hat, and the rest were in some distant so I couldn't very well make out.
Our chariot started to move and all I could remember right now was that no matter what happens, if you're going to lose, lose with respect. So I looked up to the crowd giving them a confident smile, because I was pretty sure that no one, here, could actually hear my heartbeats which were racing and at least audible to my ears.