150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Robert Seryl ~ District 5

Thank You to all the reads I am getting... 300+ probably isn't a lot but it makes me happy knowing 280 or so people have read this story.. whether or not they like it.. I couldn't give two shits about. I like and so do all them passionate tributes out there!

ROBERTY SERYL POV:

I attempt walking my slowest to the Reaping's today. This is my first experience of a Reaping, it is only common knowledge to no it is something you dread, not look forward too. Unless, your one of them psycho career tributes. There an odd bunch, and this years seem to be pretty tough. That won't be exciting for anyone to witness. Whether it is in the arena or in front of a screen.

I stop to tie up my shoelace about three times on the walk to town square. The siren goes off for a Five minute warning so then my mother hurries me. I get my finger pricked which tickled a little. I say thank you to the man who had just poked my finger but he just stares at me like I'm some ridiculous clown. My mother and father give me a kiss on the cheek each as I make my way to the twelve year old section. My friends Derek and Sam greet me with a smile and a wave and I approach them with my hand in my pockets. We have a guessing game about what the tributes will look like. I guess a highly attractive girl tribute and we all laugh. Derek guesses a big nerd with get the role of male tribute. I agree with him, a male hasn't won this game in decades. 

The escort Fiona -... something, her last name is to  'Capitol-ish' to remember, approaches the mic like a hawk stalking its prey. We she gets there she pulls it down to her mouth level pressing her lips right against it so you get a horrible DOOF noise every time she tries pronouncing the letting 'P'.

"The time has come to select one courageous young man and women, with the honour of representing district 12.. I mean 5 in the 150th annual Hunger Games" cries the escort. I remember this chick now. She was the old District Twelve escort. Hence the fact she said Twelve instead of Five.

"Ladies first!" She cheers.

"Reading for some pure attractiveness" I say hushed bringing back the topic of our earlier bet. The three of us chuckle a little.

"Matilda Dunham"

"Told you!" I boast. The both of them agree she is pretty good-looking. It's just a shame she has made such a scene and has been chosen. I don't think she'll last long. Derek disagrees. He reckons she could win. I win the debate by finalizing she has no chance against defeating them careers. But I've been wrong before.

"Lastly, the courageous male is..." the escort tells us with a smile

"Robert Seryl!"

NO! I whisper. I feel like I am about to faint. This is to shattering. I can't do this. I can't kill. I can't fight. But lastly, I can't win. A pewny little Twelve year olds who you could compare to the strength of a stick, has been chosen. I feel a tear trickle down my soft, cold cheeks. I fall into the arms on my friends. I whisper 'Goodbye' in there ears. I walk out of the crowd quickly before the Peacekeeper I see advancing slowly towards me grabs me like a starfish like they did to Matilda. I walk slowly up the stairs greeting the escort. She offers her hand I grab it as it is best to make friends now, not enemies. Maybe that can be my strategy. I cute, little, innocent kid who doesn't want to be apart from his family. I would get lots of sympathy which could lead to sponsor's. I like this idea and stick to it. I find a camera and do a very adorable sad face into the barrel of it.

When the escort takes us into the Justice Building, I am still in complete and utter shocks. I find myself standing in a Library style room. It was pictures of different automobiles that show the pride of what our district has made. I smile a little at them. I don't sit down at all. Unlike Matilda who sits head down in her hands weeping. I am still sniffing and wiping away the occasional tear but not full on bawling.

My mum and Dad walk into the room, along with Matilda's. Our Mum give each other a hug before running sympathetically towards us. He pushes my thin blonde fringe behind my hair, crying her big heart out. They are both on there knees looking up at me. There little boy is being shipped off to his death. The dramatic scene of them being pulled out of the room plays through my mind over and over on the car trip to the train. I keep my head down and don't speak. It isn't until I look up when Matilda says something that blows my mind.

"Ally?"