The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Reapings: District 12

Lexxi Lovecott's (escort) POV

I strut through the dirty streets of district twelve. I stick my nose in the air, disgusted by the stench. I hold my bright pink umbrella high above my fire colored wig.

All around me, people of all ages are sat on the street, wearing rags and smelling horrible. How I wish I could be the escort for a nice district like one or two. Instead I'm given district twelve. Hopefully I will achieve my dreams of being an escort for a good district.

I see people scrubbing the stage and putting up the hunger games banners. "Keep scrubbing! I want to be able to see my beautiful face in the polished stage floor!" I scream at the people. They scrub at the floor even harder and I smile, proudly.

The mayor runs at me as he notices I have arrived. "Lexxi! Great to see you! Here are your speech cards, but I'm sure you'll add a bit of pizzaz to it!"

I grin. "When does the reaping start?" I ask.

"In about twenty minutes," The mayor says, looking at his watch.

"Oh! I better get ready!" I screech.

"Lexxi, you look amazing already! It's great to see some color here in district twelve!" He says, looking at my violet gown. I thank him and go towards the justice building.

I spot the man who I shouted at. He looks up at me and polishes hard. I step on the bit he had been polishing, causing a bit of dirt to stain it. He glares at me and scrubs away at it. He can't say anything bad to me. I know president snow personally, so I could accidentally sentence him to his death.

I go back stage and see my stylists, Adabella and Star. "Hi-Hi Lexxi! Oh, that gown is stunning!" Adabella says.

"Thanks, Adabella! That hot pink jacket looks very fetching on you!" I say. She blushes and thanks me. Star is already powdering my face and Adabella tweaks my wig around, making sure it is perfect.

I smile and close my eyes. This is bliss.

*15 minutes later*

"Lexxi! Your on in precisely 53 seconds!" Star shrieks and pushes me through the doors.

District twelve look gloomily at me as I bound onto the stage. "Hello District twelve! It's a joy to see you! First of all as you know, a video all the way from the Capitol shall be played!"

The sound of president snow's voice booms out into district twelve. He talks about the Great War of Panem and then about peace that came and gave us the hunger games.

"Truly amazing." I shout. "The time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honour of representing district twelve in the hundredth hunger games! May the odds be ever in your favor!"

I plummet my hand into the bowl and mix the slips around until I pick a random slip. I clear my throat.

"Lucas Harper!" I shriek.

A young man runs up onto stage.

"Excited are we?" I giggle. "How old are you, Lucas?"

"I'm 34," He says, slurry and then falls to the floor.

"Um... Lucas? Are you alright?" I ask, shaking him. Peacekeepers run onto stage. They look at him closely.

"He was drunk, only fainted," A peacekeeper mutters into my ear.

I nod and dunk my hand into the bowl again. I pluck one from the top, not bothering to rummage around.

"Ashton Gray!" I scream.

A boy stumbles out from the crowd and onto the stage.

"I hope your not going to follow your district partner, Ashton! Anyway how old are you?" I say.

"I'm thirteen." He says, seriously.

"Very well!" I say.

I pull Ashton into the justice building, not very happy that I will be escorting a drunk man and a boring teenager.