Glimmering in the Darkness *Rewriting*

Shield's Luck

Survivalist productions presents:
Glimmering in the Darkness

Chapter 2

Everybody is silent as I part from my family, standing in line for identification. I hold out my finger, the Peacekeeper pricking the blood. My should only be on there the average amount of times. I never take out food, mainly because my mother was a victor, leaving us feed. My mother was also seventeen when she was reaped. I walk over to the seventeen year old section and look around at all the nervous faces. I've trained for this my whole life, if I am reaped, I should be perfectly fine. The District escort comes to the stage looking like a clown in her outfit. Her name is Zoë, kinda an usual name for a Capitol person like her. Personally, I shouldn't be saying that, I myself have a silly name, Glimmer Shield. I bite my lip, wait for her to talk and show us the video that reminds us why we are doing this.

Then she announces into the microphone,"Ladies first,"and walks over to a glass bowl. Her fingers swoosh around in the fish bowl, plucking a single piece of paper out.

Her voice is loud and clear as she speaks," Glimmer Shield. " I attempt to look confident as I walk up to my certain death.

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YASSSS.....that's all I have to say.