The 11th Hunger Games

Reaping of Xavier

Its that time of the year again. If I'm picked my mum won't live. Her oldest son was picked, her husband commited suicide.  I'm all she has left. She's depresses and sit down, head in her hands all day, everyday. I'm looking after the farm. It's hard work but I enjoy it. I see a flash of yellow and immediately recognise the escort Selena. Yellow dress thats barely there and a pair of ridiculously high heels. Her long hair is scarlet red and her face has so much fake tan on its actually orange. I see some boys staring at her body. Disgusting, shes like 35. She giggles and twists her hair around her finger. She clicks a switch and a video comes on. I ignore it and crane my head around searching for my mother. She back there, watching the screen. "Lovely video. I think we'll do the boys first this year." Selena says tottering over to the boy's reaping bowl. I pray its not me. It can't be. "Xavier Davis." Shit. I walk to the stage shaking. I barely hear the girls name because my heart is beating so hard. How could I be picked.