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𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓜𝓮

───── ⋆⋅ Lilac ⋅⋆ ─────

I opened the door to my home, as I slinged my jacket on the first chair I saw. Great, today is the reaping, and my mother is going to make me wear a dress. I hate dresses.

My younger sister, Julia, walks up to me. She's wearing a black dress with buttons, white stockings, and black booties. "Lilac, mother has been wondering where you were." My little sister was, unusual, to say the least. Ever since dad died, she spoke more formally than I ever have. I miss the old her who would speak like a little kid, go play on the beach, come and help me collect seashells. But now all she does is mope and take walks early in the morning. "I suggest you go make contact with her this instance." She says, keeping a straight face.

"Alright, Jules." I say, using the nickname I've used since she was three, but she captures my attention again by speaking up.

"I recommend you call me Julia, I do not believe in nicknames." I don't even know what she meant with not believing in nicknames.

"Whatever, Jules." She does a sigh in response, before I walk off to find mom. I find her standing in the kitchen, eating some breakfast. "Julia said you were looking for me?" I say tiredly.

"Yes, yes I was." she replies, looking up at me.

"Well?" I inquire. "What do you need?"

"I just wanted to make sure you had an outfit for the reaping picked out." She replies, her voice gentle.

"Oh yeah," I say, remembering a comfortable outfit I picked. "I'm wearing some jeans, and a black jacket." I say confidently.

"Oh no, no, no," She says, standing up and walking over to me. "You need to wear a dress like Julia, darling." I feel like my mother always favorited Julia, they had much more in common than I ever did with either of them. 

"I don't want to." I say firmly, standing my ground.

She balances her hair, before her hands clasp together in front of her stomach formally. "Darling, I'm just saying, it would be much better-"

I cut her off, irritated by her pressuring. "Look mom, dresses are uncomfortable, and if I don't have to wear one, I don't have to goddamn wear one!"

Her face looks stunned by the way I just spoke to her, but I have no sympathy. Why should I? It's not like she ever pays attention to me anyways. "If that's how you feel." She mumbles, and then leaves the room.

I scoff before stomping off to my own room. There lies a white dress on my bed, it had to have been mom who put it there. I throw the dress off my bed to the other side of the room, before getting my jeans and and a black jacket, and quickly put my hair into a bun.

I walk out to see mom and Julia waiting for me. "We should be going." Mom says with a subtle glare directed at me. 

Rose nods. "We wouldn't want to be unprompt, the peacekeepers will be furious." We all walk out, heading to the town square. On the way, I see Austin a distance away. He looks at me and smiles, and I smile back before his mom pulls him away and whispers something in his ear. Although, I couldn't hear her.

We finally make our way to where the reaping is held every year. I see it as a waste of time. I mean, I'm probably not going to get picked anyways, why waste my time?

Mom goes to the parent section, while me and Julia check in. I wait until the piercing needle has come out of my finger before walking to the other 16-year-olds.

Theres two girls beside me. One is a brunette, like me, she has hazel eyes and a mole on her cheek. Her expression looks anxious, like she thinks she'll surely get picked. What a scaredy cat. The other girl has blonde hair with streaks of brown, blue eyes, and freckles all over her body. Her expression is even more nervous and she's all fidgety. Great. I'm surrounded by wimps.

Sitting down in a chair on the stage is the mighty Finnick Odair. With his sunkissed skin, sea-green eyes, and sharp jawline, all the girls are happy to go to the reaping just to see him. I don't see it. Finnick Odair is known to be cocky and admirable, the Capitol Darling. I can't tell if he can be trusted.

Elvia, the escort comes out on thr stage, a smirk painted on her face. "Greetings, citizens of District Four." she starts, using an evil tone. "Welcome to the 67th annual reaping for The Hunger Games. Today we have a guest with us to watch. Our latest victor, Finnick Odair!" Elvia coos, clearly also obsessed with him. "We shall start with the ladies." She walks over to the bowl, as her hand dives in. She picks a singular slip of paper out, and rips the tape holding it closed. "Lilac Dawson."

Me. 10,000 kids in District Four and they pick me. Everyone looks at me, waiting for me to step up, take my place as tribute. "No." I say loudly. 

Elvia looks at me strangely. "I beg your pardon?"

I chuckle bitterly. "You heard me," I say firmly. "You can make me a tribute, make me compete. But theres no way I'll perform. I don't get affected by these death games like other kids." *I say with a grin.

Elvia scowls at this. "Come up here, girl." I walk up confidently, looking down on everyone who is stunned. Even Finnick is shocked. No one had ever dared to rebel. "Stay here." She hisses in my ear. "Now for the men." She walks over to the bowl full of innocent male names. I just know my district partner is going to be a helpless boy, who doesn't know a thing about survival. "Jasper Hughes." Instead a boy who looks around 14-15 walks up who has a confident expression on his face. "Shake hands, you two" Elvia tells us, and we do.

I can tell me and Jasper are gonna make a good team.

If I don't decide to kill him first.

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