Clio-The 56th Hunger Games

A new morning wakes me, the sun beats down, that's when I hear a loud scream.

It's reaping day.

My heart beats quicker and my chest rises and falls faster.

I jump out of my tiny bed and walk and the squeaky wooden floorboards to the bathroom. I jump in the small tub and fill it with cold water only halfway. It wakes me up. I scrub my feet and knees, being on my knees all day makes them really dirty. District 9, grain. Out of the districts, ours is one of the most over-looked, 1,2 and 4 are the most popular, and what do you know, they're the careerers.

I pour some water over my long, auburn hair, and comb it through with my fingers.

I step out of the tub, and wrap our only towel around me, frayed and old, it still does the job.

I put my hair up in my twisted bun, and put on my reaping clothes, a white top half, with a ruffle, continued by yellow, with a red bow around my middle. I got it for my 12th birthday, a special gift from my cousin, who's best friend is a victor. Sometimes she gives us a present or some coins from her friend.

"Clio?"

"Coming!"

I walk down the creeky old stairs to find my mother making breakfast at the stove-top. It's just been me and her since my brother died about 5 years ago in the Hunger Games. And my dad ran off into the forest one day who knows what happened to him. My brothers name was Bruce. So was my dads.

I sit down and eat a small serving if plain oats.

"Nervous?" Mum asks like it wasn't obvious.

"Yeah. I don't know how I'll do, I mean, I'm 18 now and I've signed up for tesserae."

She sighs and looks away.

I finish breakfast and walk to the projector screen in our small living room.

"Today is reaping day!" The strange Capitol man says, "be sure to be at the square at two or you will be exicuted!"

He says it happily. Oh how I want to slap his violet, coloured face.

I sit on the old tattered couch and nap until 1pm. I'm amazed how time flies. Mum tidies my outfit and hair and I slap on my brown sandals. My stomach rumbles as I've missed lunch.

I'm a little chubbier than most people in the districts, I mean in district 9 we are a little chunkier which is good, my thighs touch, fat and muscle. That about explains my body, I'm mostly muscle with a bit if fat. I've got a button nose and a slightly tanned completion from being in the fields all day.

Mum and I walk out onto the dirt road, and we just walk, hand in hand, in silence. I watch her auburn hair wash around in the summer breeze.

We reach the square and I give her a tight hug and whisper a quick "love you" before I line up to get my finger pricked.

The peacekeeper grabs my hand roughly, pricks my hand and presses it into the paper. A device scans over it and he throws my hand away. "Okay then." I mumble to myself as I walk over to the roped area where we stand.

My hands shake as Noley walks up to the stage. Her bright pink wig wobbling around. Ew. Her whole body has been dyed blue, giving her an alien compaction, and her pea green mini dress is covered in purple cup cakes that stick out. She looks like a clown.

"Welcome! To our soon to be tributes, let's win!"

Okay that was weird.

"Ready?" She says to a disgusted crowd.