150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Kyte Green ~ District 12

A/N: LAST REAPING!! weeeeoooww! So much happiness everywhere. I'm writing this in class so you'll probably read little random maths sums. >.< continuing...

Kyte Green P.O.V

My last reaping has come. Finally. I have been waiting and dreading for this moment. The moment I am free of the Capitol's torture towards the districts. The day I am safe from televised death. But death itself I will never be free of, especially in District 12. Deaths are a common occurrence here. You can't go for a walk down the street without seeing someone dead, or sick, or even injured. It's just the way it is these days.

I walk out on the streets with my soft brown hair sticking to my forehead with sweat. Both nervous and because the temperature is hotter then average. My two sisters follow behind me, we walk like a train, one behind the other.  

When we sign in my sister starts to cry. I don't talk, I just try to be as nurturing as I can be. This may be my last year, but it is both my sisters first. I pat her head and whisper to her

"Justine, Justine, listen. You'll be fine. Don't cry. You'll be fine."

I think I did enough as her cries turn to sulks. She turns around hand in hand with Juliann, leading her as Justine isn't capable of going alone, to go to the twelve year old pen, before she stop. She turns her head back to me and runs and jumps on me, arms wide open, in a big and gracious hug. When she lets go seems worried

"What's wrong Kyte?" She questions. She knows me to well, even through her disability she can tell that I'm not okay.

"I may be blind, but I can see everything." Justine whispers back to me before embracing me in a second hug and grabs my hand indicating for me to take her to where she needs to stand.

I wonder what it is like to be blind? Having one of your most valuable senses taken away from you. You would have to retell yourself how to live again. How to live, working around the missing senses. She'd have skills that wouldn't. Self taught skills. She could tell I was worried and she didn't need to see my face. I couldn't tell how someone is feeling If I was looking at them with my eyes closed. Maybe it was sweaty palms. Could she feel a pulse of a very fast heart rate. Or could she just feel it.

When the escort begins to talk I run back to where I need to stand. I stand amongst other eighteen year olds. I couldn't help but over here a conversation between two guys. I recognise them from school. These guys reckon there top shit. These are the type of people I don't like to fraternise with.

"If I get called, I'd just get up and go with it" said one of the guys. Bull crap, I think to myself. You'd react like the rest of us and be scared and terrified. This only makes me want there names to be pulled out.

I feel for the girl that is chosen as tribute, I don't think district 12 are going to win again this year.

By the time the escort indicates that there going to chose a male tribute, I begin to sweat as If I just ran a marathon.

"Kyte Green"

Of course it is. I swivel around to make sure that I am the only Kyte Green in District Twelve, and surely I am. I am dripping in sweat and my shirt begins to stick to my big body. My legs turn to jelly as I begin to pace up towards the stage

"Kyte!" A small voice in the crowd booms out, and in that time, thankfully, everyone's heads swivel away from me. But the person there looking at can't tell that anyone is even looking at them, let alone acknowledged them. Justine.

I run into the twelve year old pen as if it's an instinct to run there. Justine is on the ground. I help her up. She's crying. This makes me want to cry. I try to keep them in but one or two tears accidently poor out. If cameras are on me, they couldn't have caught them tears. I hope.

"Please don't go Kyte"

"I have too, I have to go. But I'll be back"

A/N: AND REAPINGS ARE OVER. WOOT. WOOT.