Today. Today is the day. The only day of the year it happens.
The Reaping.
The reaping starts at twelve sharp so I must be home by ten a clock my mother says to spruce me up. I head to meet Ken. We always meet every year before the reaping on a hill to say goodbye in case our little slip of paper gets picked.
I get to the hill at nine a clock am, but Ken isn't there, which is very surprising, because he is never late especially when he comes to see me. I sit down in m y usual spot and wait... A half hour passes by and I have to be back at my house in thirty minutes. It takes ten minutes to walk to my house, so even if Ken got here now I wouldn't get to spend barely any time with him.
9:45, says my pocket watch my father gave me before he died. 9:50 I need to leave now. I start my walk back home quite worried about Ken. I pass all the usual alleyways along the road, and I see all the usual homeless folks sitting on the side of the street.
Once and a while I will give one of them a coin or a loaf of bread or some scrap of food I have so that I am not bothered by them to much. I look down every alleyway, and then I stop in my tracks. I see Ken up against the side of the wall kissing a blonde, who looks very familiar. Then it hits me Vanessa. She has been a bully to me all my life pushing me around and once she even hit me in the face to where you could see her little hand mark on my cheek.
I stare at Ken rage burning up my veins. He knows I hate her and yet he decides to skip our yearly goodbye and go making out with my long time enemy. I stomp away kicking the gravel, and I think he sees me because I can hear him calling my name from about a third of a mile back. I don't answer that call.
Its five after when I reach my house. My mother doesn't even bother giving me a scolding for being late, because I know she can tell I'm in a bad mood by the look on my face. I get into the warm bath my mother got ready for me. I wash my hair which helps me calm down. Once I am clean I put on my soft pink dress, which I can only wear on special occasions. My dress is a light pink, It fits at my waist and then flows out in a silky like fashion, after it passes my white velvet trim.
it is now eleven forty five and we head to the reaping area.
YOU ARE READING
The Hunger Games(The Next Generation)
Hayran Kurgu"Tressa Sparks" I stand not able to move, Every nerve in my body frozen. Once again I hear "Tressa Sparks" I take a few very rapid steps toward the stage. I can hear the sound of peacekeepers behind me.
