I stare pleasantly at the coral pink canopy above me. It's as large as the bed I lay on.
It contains tangled gold tassels that surround the perimeter.
It's quite lovely actually.
Yet I sigh, and then suddenly remember.
It's reaping day.
I have to snap out of my daze.
I toss my silk covers over my legs and dash to the other end of my lengthy bedroom to the bathroom.
It's porcelain walls are so clean u can see a faint reflection.
I turn around to stare into the mirror, I see myself of course, standing straight, and I see bravery, then sophistication in my emerald eyes.
That will come in handy today.
Today is the day where one boy and girl from ages twelve to eighteen is selected from each of the twelve districts of Panem to compete in the annual hunger games.
A fight to the death.
Broadcasted on live television to the entire nation.
Most citizens of Panem are frightened of the idea, but not me, I'm ready, I think to myself.
I'm ready for this year. I'm going to volunteer.
"Im ready," I silently whisper to myself. This is my year, my year of victory.
I of course am totally prepared though, due to my numerous years of special training.
The adrenaline in my heart is so rapid I practically tear off my nightgown to change into my silky robe.
I can afford such items because for one reason I work part time in a manufactory for gemstones and pearls, and also because I live in the wealthiest district of them all, District 1, who's industry is luxury goods.
I yank out my messy pigtails from my honey-blonde hair and brush it out until every single knot is extinct.
But obviously I have to do something with it, so I curl it to the tips and clip it out of my face so it doesn't stick to my shiny plain pink lip gloss.
Yet something is still missing. My outfit of course! at the reaping, citizens are supposed to dress in their finest garmets. But this year I'm not going for elegant, if I am to represent my district in the hunger games, I have to look fierce.
So I tip toe to my spacious closet to look for something red.
I'm feeling daring.
After minutes of searching for the perfect ensemble, I discover a glorious blood red top-skirt combination.
The shirt is flouncy, and made of thin fabric that stretches to my elbow and seems tucked into the skirt.
Yet the skirt it tight, and goes to above my knees.
My most favorite part though is the thin gold belt separating the two pieces, and best of all, they match my golden 4 inch heels. I then decide to add my lucky ring and a gold chain bracelet.
Just as I take one final peek in my full body mirror, my polished bedroom door opens.
Emerging from it is a middle-aged man.
" Are you about ready to depart, Miss Belcourt?," my butler Timothy asks.
I then pause, and let out a small sigh.
"Mr. Aldridge," I reply
" I've been ready my whole life."
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A True Tribute
Teen FictionWe all know Glimmer Belcourt as a determined 17 year old from the luxurious District 1, but what we don't know, is her story. She is fierce,confident,and undeniably attractive. You may not believe it, but she was definitely one of the strongest trib...
