150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Isobel Satten ~ District 9

A/N: AAAH we did it! Reached 1,000 reads! Major stepping stone in my life, feel happy. I know 1,000 is that much according to other peoples stories.. but this is still a lot of reads. For me especially for me. Oh and this story is based on an extremely great person, respect it.

ISOBEL SATTEN POV:

"Joseph, can you just shutup!"

My brother is one of the most annoying creatures to roam this earth. EVER.

This morning I was showering in the family bathroom, when the little animal took my towel so I had to run naked down the hall, dripping wet to get it.

That's one thing.

Secondly, He is the golden child. It is like his stupid attitude is only seen by me. Well, that is the way it is. The other day when I had my plate of cheesecake, he comes and eats it. Now, instead of my mother telling him off she uses the excuse saying that he is a growing boy and he needs all the food he can get for developing his body.

Yeah right.

HE'S LIKE TEN!

Puberty won't come for a few more years. But when it does, I'll basically be an endangered creature.

Before we leave today for reaping, I walk past a shinny mirror hanging in the main hallway. I check myself to make sure I look presentable and do a little twirl so my dress isn't caught anywhere. There'd be nothing worse than being chosen as tribute with my dress tucked into my underwear.

The dress I wear is a gorgeous, vibrant, red colour. It brings out my long, wavy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that are told to resemble the beautiful oceans in District Four. I wear a pair of tall, black platform heels, making my legs look longer and very muscular. My soft pale skin is superbly complemented by the radiant shades decorating my body.

I am walking out the door to the reaping's when I am stopped by the moaning voice of my sickening younger sibling.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet!" He cries through moans and stomps. My mother gives me a face that looks like all this is my fault. So does her tone of voice.

"Isobel Aurora Satten, you get in there right now and help him". My face is of complete shock. I groan and heavily pace my feet up the wooden stairs. I find Joseph in the bathroom, staring innocently up at me.

"If you make us late, consider yourself a dead animal" I threaten him.

I stand at the door and he stands in the bathroom helplessly like a lost dog.

"Aren't you going to brush your teeth" I say sturnly

"I can't"

"You've been doing it for years!"

"So".

"This is unbelievable". I snatch the toothbrush from the counter and press it into his hands.

"I need toothpaste on it!"

Seriously. I grab the toothpaste from the same counter and squirt some on the tooth brush. I shove it into his hands.

"I can't do it. You need to!"

"I am not brushing your teeth. You are".

"I can't"

'This is ridiculous we are going to be so late!" I am pacing from the door to the shower impatiently.

"We are going to be later if you don't be quick" He grins widely opening his mouth. I grab the toothbrush aggressively from his hands and shove it into his mouth. I fiercely brush every corner up his mouth. He closes his mouth at times winging about how I am hurting his developing teeth. I couldn't care less. I tell him to spit and I chuck the toothbrush in the spit with out washing off the excess paste.

When we arrive at the reaping, it has begun. My mother and brother walk over to the visitors crowd and try to sneak over to the sixteen year old without anyone realising I'm late, however my heels make a loud clicking noise against the pavement which cause a few dirty looks in my direction. At least I look presentable, can't say the same for them. I find my friends Kim and Jasmine and we stand together just as the lanky escort picks the name of the unlucky female tribute. I'm still flusted by this mornings issues with my brother Joseph but I close my eyes and put all that behind me to pay attention to the present moment.

All at the wrong time.

"Isobel Satten!"

The skinny escort points his nose up looking under the glass of the monocle twirling his fingers in the chian.

My two friends break out into a duo of loud and sorrowful cries. I look at them, scared with what's going to happen next. I'm a strong dancer and singer, fighting? Gosh. The only fighting I've done is with my brother and he's a weak little mole. I hug my friends tight, embracing them as this could be the last time I will ever share this moment of them. Jasmine presses her glasses closer to her eyes and encourages me. They hug each other as I walk off into the opening. I walk elegantly toward the stage hoping I don't fall over in these massive heels.

I am greeted by the escort kissing my hand inviting him to stand to his left. Although he has sort of just sentenced me to my death, he seems like a very nice and easy going man. I believe I will warm to him on my short future. I may need him, for comfort, for a shoulder to cry on, but first I will need to gain an immense amount of trust. I whisper thankyou to him and he turns to me smiling. His monocle wells up with a tear and he embraces me in his arms. I follow doing the same.

"Now, the boys". He says sternly moving away from my unenthusiastic body I stand reflecting on my day.

Is this how I want to leave District Nine? My answer, no. Far to much regret but I can't do everything I ever wanted in my next couple of minutes.

A boy in tears, struggles onto the stage. I understand how he's feeling. The kind hearted escort hugs the boy smiling at the both of us. I feel a special bond between the three of us as the escort holds mine and the boys hands up declaring the tributes from District Nine.

We turn away from the crowd entering the Justice Building. We walk through the doors staying at the back of the crowd with the escort. The escort pulls us back and looks over his shoulders.

"Peterian Humingsworth, call me Pete" He declare with an out stretched hand gesture, we shake on it. He makes this a short and snappy conversation ending with something I will never forget,

"I promise, I will do everything in my power to get one of you two to survive".