Running - A Hunger Games Fanfiction

The Reaping

I woke up in a sweat. I had had the same nightmare I had been having for exactly 6 years. I had been chosen to represent my district in the Hunger Games. 

I reminded myself that that nightmare could become a reality if I was chosen today. Today. Today was the Reaping. 

I changed into the outfit I had picked the day before. It was a creamy white shirt with a beaded pattern on my collarbone and a pair of plain black pants. I had paired them with a pair of cheap boots. I pinned up my straight blond hair into a simple bun and added a pair of cheap silver earrings

I shoveled down a quick breakfast. It was the usual, a piece of semi stale bread, and a slice of fish. I told my mother that I would see her at the town square and left the house.

I told myself I wouldn't get picked. These past 5 Reapings I escaped. I couldn't possible be picked my last year. I just couldn't.

I walked down the slightly dusty cobblestone roads. They were pretty well kept, as we were District 3, technology.

Along the way, I saw a few people from school. No one said hi. I was a loner. The one person who actually talked to me was killed in a Hunger Games a while back. So I walked to the square alone. 

I was ushered into a roped off area full of children wearing white. Most of them assume the mask of indifference. I know that they, like me are thinking about the possible Hunger Games. I stand up straight, facing the stage.

A man walks onto the stage. It is evident in his appearance that he is from the Capitol. He wore a sliver, metallic jumpsuit and had done his hair into a high, tight bun. His hair was a vivid, bright orange and his skin was a coral pink. He appearance raised a few titters from the crowd.

"Hello" his high voice rang across the square. "My name is Sole Grat. I am so happy to be you representative this year. Let's get on with it."

He gives a forced smile with his large lips. "May the odds be ever in your favor. Let us start with the ladies."

Sole's shoes make a steady tapping noise as he walks across the metal stage towards the enormous glass bowls. He sticks his coral colored hand into the bowl. He pulls a piece of paper and slowly unfolds it. Sole glances at it and walks back to the microphone.

"The lady tribute for District 3 is........." 

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