The 500th Annual Hunger Games

District 1 Reaping

Celeste Ebony's POV:

"Celeste, hurry up, we need to get back for the reaping," my twin sister Genesis says. Right now we are down at the training center, preparing in case we get reaped, since there is no volunteering.

"One more," I say and shoot the last arrow. Right in the heart. Perfect.

"Ok, you shot it, now come on, let's go!!" Genesis says. She grabs my arm and we rush home.

"There you two are, I was wondering where you were," says our mother.

"Just some last minute training, just in case," I say.

"Ok, well hurry and get ready," mother says. We nod and rush upstairs. I slip on a white dress with lace at the top, and Genesis puts on a light blue silk dress with a floral ribbon tied around it. Genesis sits down and I braid her blonde hair, and I pull my blonde curls into a ponytail.

"Are you girls ready!?" Mother yells. We hurry downstairs and meet her at the door where she's waiting for us.

We walk down the street to the square where the reaping takes place. Lucky for us it's right down the street.

We let them pick our fingers and take our blood then head to the 15 year old section. We look around at all of the scared faces of 12 year old girls, and the determined and vicious faces of 18 year old boys.

"Welcome district 1, let's hear some applause!!" Yells our escort, Alexandra Applebottom.

Most of the older kids clap, while the younger kids just stare at her.

"Well, let's get on with the reaping. Luckilly this year they aren't making you watch that boring video!!" Alexandra squeals and walks over to the girls bowl.

"Celeste Ebony."

Genesis Ebony's POV:

No, not my sister!! I let out a sob and I watch her walk up to the stage, her blonde curls bouncing and swinging back and forth.

"I'm 15," she says. A tear comes from her eye.

Genesis? Can you hear me?

Yes Celeste, I can.

Good, I'm scared.

Me too.

Ever since we were really little, we've been able to talk to eachother telepathically. We don't exactly know how though.

"Next girl, Genesis Ebony."

I let out another sob. Not me? Why me?

I make my way to the stage.

"Are you two related?" Alexandra asks.

No dip sherlock, we look exactly alike.

I know, she's dumb.

"Um we're obviously twins, I mean, look at us, we're identical," I say without thinking much about it.

"Sassy aren't we," Alexandra says. She then turns and walks to the boys bowl.

"Aryan Bohr."

A tall muscular boy comes out of the 16 year old section. I recognize him from the training center. He's defiantly a career.

"I'm Aryan Bohr, age 16, the next victor of district 1!!" Aryan yells. The crowd cheers. I scowl at him.

"Don't mess up that pretty little face of yours with that scowl," Aryan whispers to me.

"Shut up, idiot," I say and stomp on his foot.

"Jax Orman," Alexandra announces the next boy.

A small boy walks up to the stage from the 13 year old section.

"I'm 13, and I guess I'm a bit of a career," Jax says.

"Wonderful, a young career," Alexandra says.

I hate Aryan

Me too. Let's not join the careers.

Agreed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our tributes from district 1, Celeste and Genesis Ebony, Aryan Bohr, and Jax Orman," Alexandra says then we get led off the stage.