Birthday Quell

1

I stand in the crowd of people, the sun beating down on my head, reflecting off my white-blonde mid-back length hair. I stand in the middle of the line of 12 year old girls, standing between a girl with chocolate brown hair, and stunning ice blue eyes, and a girl with ginger curly short hair like a afro and silver eyes. I am the youngest out of everyone here, not month, day, or hour wise, but a year wise. I am 11 years old, but the capital said that since my birthday falls on the day of the games, they were going to include my name in the reaping. So, here I was in the reaping of the 4th quarter quell, the 100th Hunger Games at the age of 11. Everything was silent in the crowd of both genders, not a sound or voice being heard. Just silence. Bitter silence. Peacekeepers stand on the side of both crowds, behind them and infront of the stage. I can see my face reflecting off one of the peacekeepers mask that was standing directly in front of me. My forest green eyes peering back at me as they read fear. I was the smallest of the girls, standing 4'7". I glance over the the boys crowd, many of them were well built and tall. Definitley mountains to me. The 12 year old boys were slightly getting their build and looks, beginning to go through puberty and all.
Suddenly I hear a womans voice echoing througout the area, turning my green gaze up to the stage.
"Welcome, Welcome." The lady chirped, a smile on her face. If i had to make one comment about her.. it be yeeeuck chill out with the make up lady. You dont need that much. I dont really pay much attention to what she says, everyone basically knows what the Hunger Games are, so i just stare off into space. Feeling the ginger girl tap my shoulder, she held out her hand. I didnt get what she was saying at first, but as I glance at the other 12 year olds theyre all holding hands. Placing my hand in the ginger's hand we held on tightly as I reach my hand over to the other girl who shortly squeezes my hand. We all glance at eachother, fear in our little eyes. We all had 2 chances of being reaped and fight to the death with possible past victors and people older and stronger than us.
"Now, as usual. Ladies first." the lady smiles. Ugh stop smiling... She swiftly sticks her hand in the bowl, circling around it a few times until she grips a folded paper, taking it out. We all grip tightly onto eachothers hands, hoping none of our grips will be lost.
"Atalia Robinson!" The lady exclaims in excitement. "A former victor of ours!"
Great...
I look down the aisle seeing a girl maybe in her 20's walking in pride up to the stage. Her black hair attracting the sun, and her amber eyes like fire. Yeah.. she seemed lethal. She steps onto the stage, a deadly smile on her face.
"Now time for the first boy!"
She sticks her hand in the bowl on the right, intantly gripping a paper with her index and middle finger, her dark pink nails making an indent.
"Marcus Kerk! Another former victor, along with Atalia!" Those two won the 97th Hunger Game together.. both very lethal and a sneaky personality. Wouldnt doubt thar they were officially make out buddies now.
They both scared me, and they probably werent the only victors in the quarter quell. There was probably more, and more lethal and dangerous ones. Marcus steps onto the stage, his jet black hair wavy and a greaser type look, and dark killing blue eyes. The grip on our small hands tighten, as the woman goes back over to the girls bowl.
"The last lucky female of the 100th Hunger Games is-"
Silence still hung over the crowd, the woman having the final girl paper in her hands. She was waiting a few seconds till she reads the name off the paper. I could wait.. but the anxiousness made me want her to hurry up. But that all changed in a matter of 2 seconds.
"Maddie Clarkson!" my heart stopped. I stood there. Just stood. My eyes were wide, and my face went pale.. my mouth slightly gaped open. I could tell how I looked because of the peacekeepers helmet.
"Maddie, come on up dear!"
I slowly and hesitantly release the grip from the two girls hands, both of them looking in shock as I began walking to the stage. They were probably expecting Maddie to be a 17+ year old girl and not a tiny girl of their age. Stepping up, I stood next to Atalia who had a wicked smirk to her. My green eyes focused on the crowd, the 12 year old girls eyes showing sorrow and fear towards me, the ginger and the other girl leaving that empty space I was in open.
"Tyson Madeiros!"
Another victor... I say in fear. Tyson victored last years games with a brutal end. A male with brown neatly groomed hair, and brown eyes stepping onto the stage. He was possibly in his teens. 18 or 17. All these people were so much older than me. I just hoped there was another young child from other districts, but then again I dont because I dont want them to face what I am going to face.
"These are the tributes, of the 100th Hunger Games! The 4th quarter quell!" the lady chirped. I had tears falling down my cheeks and onto the stage, my top teeth biting my bottom lip, my fingers gripping the flesh on my palm. Everything was a blur due to the water in my eyes. I was trying not to sob, but my chest was quivering.
'You promised...' I mouth to my mother who was in tears. We were then lead through the large doors by the peacekeepers. I glance back seeing the twelve year old girls all holding raised hands their fingers intertwined with eachother, my space still open, until the doors closed starting my terror.