"Why are you up?" Ace asked running his fingers through his dark hair. "I cant sleep." I said. "Neither can I. Are you scared?" Ace asked. "No." I plainly said. Ace looked at me confused. "I'm terrified." I said looking deep in his eyes.
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I watched the dart slice through the air and sharply land on a bullseye.
"Bullseye" I smiled with a little satisfaction in my voice.
I walked up the dart board and ran my fingers over the worn dart board and stared at the piercings on the board. It was always such a mystery to me who used this dart board before me. I found this dart board in a old box and taught myself how to play by reading the manual. I catched on pretty quickly but there was a strange thing about this dart board. It was already used. There was piercings in the board and quite a few piercings in the bullseye zone that was not done by me. I frowned as I tried to think who may have used this board before me. Can't be mom, She is always to terrified of things like this. Dad is barely home because of work so he wouldn't have time to play with this board. Maybe he made this board for a friend?
I shook my head trying to avoid all of these thought's on this very dreadful day. The day was quiet, no sounds of barking or the sounds of the hushed voices trying to keep their conversation to themselves and sometimes even the sounds of the cries, yelling and other disturbing sounds. But today was quiet. No one dared made a sound. Everyone was walking down the tight streets with no smiles.
"Bailey! You have 3 hours until we need to go!" I heard my mom yell upstairs in almost a mad tone.
I sighed and laid on my bed. Reaping Day. The day everyone dreaded and prayed they did not get picked to go into these games or hoped that their children won't be Repeated. Luckily the odds are in my favor, my name was only entered 4 times which was pretty good. It's impossible for me to get into the games. I do understand why my mom may be mad, she is mad at our ruler, The Capital. We are like puppets to be played with. We work hard in labour just to fill the Capital's greed. If we try to resist the system our heads will be blown to bits along with our district.
Everyone Lost hope, some also lost hope in living all together, that what it is to live in Panem. The only thing that comforts us is fear.
I got up and did one of the usual things on Reaping Day, bathing. I went to our bathroom and started to strip off my clothing from yesterday. A smell of sweat reeked through the bathroom. I've always disliked our bathroom, one toilet and one bath and a rack for towels were the only things in the bathroom. Behind the Bath there was a small window, anyone could peer in but what's outside that window was a alleyway. I grabbed a bucket (Most likely prepared by my mom) and poured the steaming bucket of water into the tub.
After the bath I stepped out of the tub and wrapped around my body. I ambled to my room not looking forward to the day. I opened up closet (which also had my dart board on the right door) and shuffled through a handful of clothing. Most of my clothing was ripped jeans, flowy tank tops and worn running shoes. But it was always hard to find myself a nice dress to wear to the reaping. I pulled out my old reaping dress that I've worn to every reaping since I was 12. 3 years ago and it already looks like it out grown me. I looked at it one more time, a pale yellow with small little ruffles all around the dress.
