The Hunger Games (Writing Contest) [CLOSED]

Lara Grenwill-Reaping

Tributes Name: Lara Grenwill

Age: 17

Gender: Female

District: Six 

Appearance: brown hair, tall, brown eyes, dimples.

Personality: Easy to make friends with, kind, vicious, unpredictable.

Four skills:

1. Swimming.

2. Using spears.

3. Martial arts.

4. Making shelter.

Weapon of choice: Spears.

Played by- hypocritical-

Reaping:

I stood tall among the many people of District 6.

I could feel the tension as our escort, Winna Troph, smiled her awful smile.

Her hair was green this reaping, matching her lips.

She touched up her hair before grabbing the microphone once again.

"All right," she said in her thick Capitol accent, "ladies first."

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my father's hand tight.

I did not want to see the unlucky female who was picked

I heard the rustling of paper and the inhaling of breath from the people around me.  

"Laura Grenwill."

Everything went numb.

Maybe, Laura, maybe it was a Laura.

Or she has mispronounced my name.

My father nudged me, "you can't go," he whispered.

Everyone turned and parted, staring at me, some recognizing me.

I breathed through my nose and walked towards Winna.

"No, Lara!"

I turned, to memorize his features.

I was going to die, this would be the last time I'd see my father.

He was crying, my father was crying.

The man that had stayed strong in front of me- was crying.

The man that had held himself together when mum died, but I still heard him sniffle at night, he had stayed strong for me, to make me brave.

This man had seen me at my worst and seen me at my best.

I have seen him only at his best, and when I turned that day, and saw his tears- I decided something.

He had been so brave, so I will be braver for him.

I nodded at him and made my decision.

I was going to win the Hunger Games for my father.