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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵖⁱⁿᵍ
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IT didn't feel like a happy occasion to dress up for. She didn't understand why her and her brother dressed up every year prior to the 72nd games, they were possibly being sent off to their death and that was the day to drag out their Sunday best? It never made sense to her, it still doesn't. So this time she doesn't, she side eyes the dress her mom had gotten for her a few years prior while walking out her bedroom door.
This was her own version of protest. Even though no one will actually care enough.
The house was quiet as she made her way down the stairs, her parents leaving hours before. If it wasn't mandatory she wouldn't be surprised if they didn't show up at all to the reaping, actually Aurora wouldn't be surprised if they took the punishment and skipped off anyway. They only told her a simple 'good luck' once they sobered up from the night before, it sounded forced. It was probably a good thing that they didn't care that much away. If she was reaped and she died and they cared they could be ripped apart with grief again, it could very well be possible that they wouldn't make it through it a second time.
The pounding at the door brought her out of her thoughts, the hinges squeaking as the peacekeepers made themselves visible. They quickly directed her out of her home, outside the door and down her front steps. The crunching of the light layer of sand on the pathway seemed louder then normal, the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach sounded louder, much louder because normally you couldn't hear it from her home.
The colors of everything around her seemed so much brighter, the trees had never been so green and the sky so blue, even the house seemed to have a brighter...brick color...to them. She snickered to herself. It was like everything around her was saying goodbye to her, it was telling her that it was her turn to leave district four again and she'd never return so it was giving her one last show.
It reminded her of the first time her name was drawn, her parents gave her such a big goodbye, told her that they'd know she'd do her best when the games started. They told her, to her face, that they'd give her the best funeral they could. It left her in shock at the time because not even a second later they were turning to her older brother to tell him that they'd see him when he gets back, as a victor.
