II – Fern Aventin
"Fern!" mother called out to me. "Are you almost ready? Your father wants to able to see you clearly at the reaping, so we need to leave now so you can get a good spot!"
"Just a minute!" I replied, feeling the curls in my chestnut hair as I checked my looks in the mirror. Once I finished, I made my way downstairs.
"Alright, let's go," mother commanded, taking my hand and leading us out the door. For a while, we just simply walked towards the town square until catching up to another family we knew, the Nashs.
"Hey, Fern! It's your big day, isn't it?" my friend called out with a wave, Misty.
"Yes, I'll be just like my father!" I replied cheeky, my smile inspiring a smile in the rest of her family.
"Just be the first one to shout it!" her father added in encouragement of my big day.
Together, with the Nashs, we continued to the ceremony. Upon reaching the gate, Misty and I got in line to check in where they take a blood sample from you and then we filed into the eighteen-year-old section. Lucky for me, as mother and father hoped for, I was at the edge of the group where the middle aisle was so I could see my father clearly, a past victor onstage with the other past victors and Capitol officials. Our escort, Sashira Severa, babbled for a minute about her honor of being our escort then moved onto the reaping.
"Ladies first!" she sung with joy. After tangling with the slip of paper she pulled out, she smiled and read the name aloud. "Lil- "
"I volunteer as tribute!" I roared, watching my father nod in approval from afar. I moved out of my section and peacekeepers ushered me forward.
"And your name, dear?"
"Fern Aventin!" I spouted for everyone to hear. "Daughter of Christopher Aventin!" I added, looking behind me to smile at my father as Sashira gave a few claps.
"And now, for the boys!" Her fingers withdrew a slip of paper, one that wouldn't matter anyways. I already knew who the real tribute was going to be.
"Brett- "
"I volunteer!" a figure shouted, also from the eighteen-year-old section, typical. After making his way up, he introduced himself as prompted by Sashira. "Hentis Vanelli, eighteen years old." He looked to me and we nodded to each other.
"Well, everyone! Give a round of applause for your District 2 tributes, Fern Aventin and Hentis Vanelli!" Unlike most other districts, we clapped for ours in District 2.
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