[ Although she looked alot older than her age, Olyvia was a 13 year old from District 4. She was a bright girl, and many boys adored her. She had long brown hair, that shimmered as she walked and the most dazzling smile (like most people from D4.) ]
It was the day of the reaping. The usual process was followed - First you go silently to get your blood sample, and then you were hearded into a closed off area by the dock like some sheep. From there, you waited. Waited for Delphi Galloway, the District 4 escort's, capitol accent to be blasted over the speaker. Waited for the names to be pulled out of the bowl. Waited for two young children's dreams to be shattered. You just waited.
I was wearing a denim dress with no sleeves, and a small denim bow around the waist.
"Hello!" Delphi's clumsy voice was blasted as she stumbled onto the stage. This was her first time being an escort, so she was quite young yet sophisticated. She was wearing a short green dress, ruffled at the ends. Lots of sequins gleamed at the top, running down into almost none. Something ran across one side of her neck to the bottom of her ribcage, which looked like a sash or some sort made of spiralled sequins.
"Hello?" She said again testing out the mic. "Ah! Welcome everyone. Boys, girls, and others." The reaping was all a blur for me, and it went very fast. All I was thinking about was if I got picked. I would never survive. My senses were snapped when I heard it. The two words that sent my brain into an instant fuzz.
"Olyvia Mayhew." She said rather unenthusiastically. It was a shock to everyone when I was picked. My name was only in the reaping bowl once, since my parents could afford most things. I bounced up to the stage trying to look as honoured as possible. She turned to the side, to greet me. That's when I noticed the small white stars running down the side of her seaweed green hair. My new mentor was instantly at my side, guiding me to the side. I looked up and that's when I saw the dazzling smile of my new mentor, Finnick Odair.
Finnick was somewhat of a hero in District 4. He won the 65th Hunger Games when he was only 14 years old, by using only a net and spear. Then, he was chosen for the third quarter quell and survived that. He's been mentoring for about 9 years, and each tribute has been in at least the last 6 tributes alive.
"Titus Edenthaw." I instantly snapped back into reality and studied the solid boy starting towards the stage. 15-year old Titus. He was the most beautiful thing in Panem. His hair was long and brown, which he had to flick from time to time, but that drove the girls crazy, along with his gorgeous smile. His eyes were the most perfect shade of blue. Every girl in District 4 adored him, however it wasn't a suprise when he was chosen.
Titus and his family owned a fish-hook company. They did everything from making them, to trading them. They are very wealthy also, but Titus' parents put in for the tesserae twice when their buisness was failing. Plus the 3 already in there.. he's probably the one with the most names the bowl (since D4 is a pretty wealthy district and families don't need to sign up for the tessarae.)
As he reached the stage, our eyes finally met. What used to be bright and blue, were gray full of dispair. I tried to give a hopeful smile to him, but it just wasn't there. I gazed over the crowd, taking in everyone's expressions. That's when I saw my best friend Judah, crying and a few other girls trying to calm her down. I gave her a reassuring smile, although I wasn't too sure of anything myself.
"Lovely." Delphi said emotionally. And with a wave of a hand, "Our two tributes!" The whole of the people starting clapping, cheering and some even crying. It was an honour to be picked it really was, but the next thing I had to worry about was survival.
We were each guided into a small office, with dark blue walls and burgundy carpet. I sat in a small leather chair in one of the corners and put my head in my hands. I ruled out my options - I could train with a new weapon when we got to the capitol, or stick with my old spear ways. I was half way through determining my chances of death, when my twin brothers stormed through the door and greeted me with a hug.
