The Hunger Games (Writing Contest) [CLOSED]

Luca Wick-Reaping

Name: Luca Wick

Age: 17

Gender: Male

District 2

Appearance: dark brown and curly hair, green eyes, tall, and muscular

Personality: humble, comedic, cunning, optimistic, determined, stubborn, confident

Four Skills:works well under stress, learns quickly, uses his weapon of choice very gracefully, fights with precision

Weapon: Spears

Played by: biterbait

Reaping:
I watch silently in the mirror as my older brother, Edmund, tries to tame my mess of hair. Blue gel coats his nimble fingers. He lets out a rough sigh.

"You look like a naked mole rat, Luca." Edmund comments.

"You outta talk, bow tie." I pointed to the adornment on his neck. My mother had forcefully tied it around him, much to his distaste.

"Boys! We need to get going!" My mother called from down the hall.

Edmund playfully shoved me into the door and I pushed him back. We chased each other out of the doorway, but stopped when my mother sent us a warning glare.

The walk to the town center was quick and easy, considering we only live half-a-mile away from the square.

I get checked in by a Capitol lady, and kiss my mother goodbye.

I walk over to the seventeen-year-old section of the town square and slip in line. My friend, Avan, approaches me.

"You nervous?"

"Yeah, I guess." I chuckle.

Eleanor Winston, our escort, steps towards the microphone.

"Hello, District Two!" she shouts with joy. "I'm Eleanor and I will be the escort for two lucky kids. Now I know that this part is rather boring, but we have a film brought to you from the Capitol."

The excitement diminishes. Avan nudges me in the ribs. I turn around to see that he is pretending to point a gun at his head and shoot. I snicker and mouth, "me too."

The video finally ends and everyone turns back to the stage to see a very happy Eleanor.

"Now, first for the lucky girl." Eleanor struts over to the giant bowl of names, returning back to the microphone. The name is barely out of Eleanor's mouth before a girl steps forward.

"I volunteer! I volunteer to take her place."

Well that was quick. The girl walks up to the stage.

"What is your name, dear?" Eleanor asks.

"Cassia Everton."

"Anything to say, Cassia?"

The girl gives a shocking speech in which she basically says that she will not die in the Games and President Snow will not win.

The District is silent. Eleanor clears her throat awkwardly.

"Alrighty, now onto the boys."

She selects a slip of paper quicker this time, obviously in a hurry to get the reaping over with. Eleanor hurries back over to the microphone, reading the name off of the slip.

"Derek Ivory." Eleanor says.

The audience is quiet as everyone cranes to get a look at the boy who got chosen. A boy, who looks as if he just wet himself steps forward from the twelve-year-old section. Derek clears his throat and steps towards the stage.

This is weird, why isn't anyone volunteering? It is when the weak boy steps up the final stair that I run forward. Thinking of a twelve-year-old getting thrown into the Games made me sick.

I raise my hand proudly into the air, forcing everyone's attention onto me.

"I volunteer!"