Glimmering in the Darkness *Rewriting*

The Reaping

Survivalist productions presents: Glimmering in the Darkness

Chapter 1

Tweet. Tweet. A blue bird sits on the windowsill, Glimmer staring up at it as she lays lazily. Her skin is pale, a natural blush on her cheeks. Cold sweat dots her forehead and neck as she bites her lip. Today is the day. Glimmer pulls the thin blankets off of her body, stretching as she yawns slightly. " Glimmer? It's almost time. " Her older sister calls from the kitchen.

Glimmer sighs outwardly, pulling on a light pink blouse and a black silk skirt. One this very special day, the Reaping was taking place. On any other day, Glimmer would hunt out in the woods secretly, but her sister would have to do that today. My sister can handle the hunting today. The event is quiet simple, actually. Every year, one male and female are reaped from a bowl of our names in each District. Once reaped, the tributes are sent to the Capital, where they are forced to fight to the death. Supposedly, it reminds all of the citizens is in control.

Glimmer's District has always had an advantage. They are provided training from ages eleven to eighteen, to almost guarantee their survival. She slips on her black shoes and fluffs out her hair. Sighing as she looks into her cracked mirror.

Glimmer walks downstairs, her older brother and sister waiting impatiently. They're both over the age limit, leaving Glimmer, at seventeen, the only one in the reaping. They slowly walk to the square taking as much time as they needed, the air thick with tension, and their palms sweaty.

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So I updated this :) it's probably a lot better than it used to be ( or I at least hope it is ) I originally wrote this four years ago, so I'm just now fixing it a little.