The Hunger Games (Writing Contest) [CLOSED]

Addalyn Maxwell-Reaping

Name: Addalyn Maxwell

Age: 17 

 Gender: Female 

 District: 7 

 Appearance: Long dark hair, pale skin, brown eyes, no freckles, about 5'6, lean and skinny, muscular 

 Personality: Intelligent, athletic, courageous/fearless on the outside but very insecure and still just a child in the inside, prepared for any challenge, cares about people but doesn't show it, tough  

Four Skills: Uses surroundings to her advantage, tree climbing, good reflexes, camouflage 

Weapon of Choice: Spear

Played by- Apingel

Reaping: 

I awoke the next morning screaming. Tears ran down my face in streams and silent rivers. My face, shirt, and hair was wet, and my throat was coarse from screaming. Today was The Reaping.

I breathed deeply. 'It was only a dream. It was only a dream...'

My mother came into my room. She eyed me fiercely, seeing into my soul.

"I don't want to hear you screaming in the night again! Am I clear?!" She yelled at my face. I didn't respond because I knew it would happen again tonight. Especially if I was reaped.

"AM I CLEAR?!" She slapped me across the cheek, making it sting and leaving a pink mark.

"Yes." I say quietly. Sometimes I wish I was reaped to get out of this mess.

My mother has always abused me. My father left us when I was a small child and she blamed me for it. She said I was the reason he left. I knew I wasn't, but it always weighed on me that I could've prevented it. Maybe I could have, but I don't know. I just don't know.

I got up and got dressed, pulling on a nice black dress with a white neckline and white shoes to match. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and wrapped a strand around the hairband. I looked in the mirror and carefully touched the mark where my mother had slapped me.

I winced. 'I wish I had something to put on it.'

After awhile of waiting for Mother, I just decided to leave for The Reaping on my own.

"I'm leaving Mother." I slammed the door on my way out. She probably doesn't care anyway.

I checked myself in and they took a blood sample. I stood next to the other seventeen year old girls. Fear shuddered through my body. Why was I so nervous? I only had six entered for all the years I had been involved. I wouldn't be picked. There were 6,000 other girls in it.

A Capitol woman walked onto the stage in a pair of blue, ten-inch heels. She patted her light pink, curly hair and checked it, pursing her big lips. Her name was Love Kinder. But she was definitely NOT lovely.

"Welcome, welcome, children of District 7! It is that time of year again. Time to reap two more tributes to compete in our annual Hunger Games!" She cheered in her Capitol accent. She was WAY to happy for this death game. I rolled my eyes.

"As always, ladies first!" She clopped in her tall heels over to the glass bowl containing over 6,000 names, 6 of them being mine.

She pursed her lips again, which was extremely annoying.

"And the female tribute is..." She swallowed and took her grand old time.

'Say it already!' I said to myself.

"Addalyn Maxwell."

I heard my mother who wasn't to far behind me. She said this loud enough so I could hear her.

"Well, I'm glad she's finally gone."

Tears stung my eyes, but I realized my image towards the Capitol started now. I straightened my shoulders and confidently walked onto the stage and took my place next to Love.

I was trying to make myself look confident and ready to win. I think I was actually doing a pretty good job.

I didn't hear the male tribute being called. I was too focused on winning this. I was going to show my mother that I could win. That I could kill. I didn't really want it to come to this, but I had to show her I wasn't weak. I wanted to show her I wasn't nothing. I wanted her to fear ME.

I wanted to win. I was focused on being the best killer I could be. Nothing could hold me back.

I could do this.

I was going to win. 

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