150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Harmony Locks ~ District 2

Reaping Day. Joyous day for most people in my district. Me. Not so much. I'm not so overly joyed with some random kid being chosen to die just to make the people who are already more powerful then us look even powerful-er.

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But aw well. Not really my problem.

"Listen Tiffany, my dress is clearly better then yours" I say to my friend, who really believes her dress is better then mine. Like lets get real. Mine, has spots. Hers is blue. She's going on and on about how her dress colours are in season.

"Honey, Green and Pink were never in season, and they certainly won't ever be now that people have seen you wear them" I joke to her. She nudges me lightly in the ribs and we both laugh.

"But seriously, mine is better" I state with a smirk. Then she blabbers on continuing the argument about our dresses, I chose to ignore here. I just stare at the new escort. Trying to contain my need to laughter. She is horrendously over-done with make-up. She clearly needs my help with that. She looks extremely weird covered in all her animal prints. Her auburn coloured hair is styled messily on top of her head featuring different patterned hair ribbons. It looks she may have just woken up out of bed and had a strole through the zoo. Once I realise Tiffany has finally shut her gob I point out the escort and we break out in a duet of laughter. The escort paces onto the stage in her gigantic stilettos and demands silence. Tiffany and I struggle to hold our chuckles in. We continue laughing all the way through what ever speech's are being made, as we keep making accidental fart noice's with our mouths as our laughter keeps slipping out. We keep laughing until Tiffany stops. Her face struck with horror. She turns her head towards me

"Tiffany! It looks like you've seen a ghost." I giggle quietly as it seems to have gone even quieter then usual.

"Harmony" Tiffany fights to say against her sobs. Everyone starts looking at me. Did I snort to loud? Step on someone's toe? I am confused as to what is happening. I follow Tiffany's are as it slowly drifts towards the escort signalling what has just happen to me.

"Harmony Locks? What happen did she die?" I hear the escort joke amongst herself. I find her joke and arrogant after I am officially being shipped off to me death. I walk on the stage declining her hand shake and stand on her foot in the process. I can tell she felt it but she covers it up with a few cliché giggles. I refuse to be tribute. I will not be apart of this games. I'm praying a career will volunteer now but it's to late the boys name has already been called out. This is not how I planned to die. Just the other day I was telling Tiffany that Port Reynolds and I were going to get married and have children that have rhyming names. We were supposed to grow old together. Well I guess that dream can't be a reality. I find myself humming the rhythm to "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserable. These games can't be that hard. Kill twenty-three people. A couple of days. Piece of cake. I rethink what I have just thought. I have to end, twenty-three, innocent children's lives in order for me to live a dream, even when the average person doesn't live there biggest dreams. Who am I kidding. Every other person in that arena will have the exact same ambitions as I do. I'm not the only one who wants to return to my family and friends.

When I take a look at the male tribute a hint of fear travels through my body. I become queasy. If this is the medium for all tributes, I'm toast. I've seen Valen train. He's lethal. He'll stop for nothing to win. That's a fact. He's a year older then I am, but he's about double my size. I am hoping for a few lanky kids to make me look stronger. I'm small. That's my problem. I'm mentally tough and I'm good with a long range weapon. I will fight in this games, what ever it takes to get home to my family. I decide talking is not an option until I need to, this isn't fair. Valen and I walk into the beautiful suite in the Justice Building. The rooms is small and colourful. In contained several paintings from artist's I've never heard of, and two couches. One for me, and one for Valen. I take the one on the left. I am trying to keep tear in my eyes as my big family pours into the room. Everyone wish's me luck. I absorb everyone last one of there words. Everyone of everyone has come to see me. I look at Valen every now and then. He is doing the same. Looking over at me ever ten seconds, trying to find ways to kill me most likely. Once my relatives have cleared out we sit in silence. I guess everyone is expecting an all mighty career team like usual. I don't really want to be in Valen alliance though. He wouldn't keep me alive in the arena. But I wouldn't do the same to him either. He's not the right type of person I'd ally with. I want someone with similar skills. I'm sure our mentor will force us together, but when it come's to the arena. My mentor won't be there so he can't stop me from doing what ever I want. I guess this is time to start planning for my very short future.