We reached home, and our neighbors already grooming their children for the Reaping. I ran to my room, and gently laid down my reaping dress. A white dainty dress, with lace and a ribbon. I wore it, and tied my hair in a bun, secured it with a white ribbon.
“Do I look okay?” I asked Suezette
“Always. Does this skirt make me look fat?”
I laughed at her, pulled her near the mirror for her to see
“You’re perfect.”
We hugged, like the past reaping, because we never know who will be chosen as tribute.
The square was packed with children, and we waited for the reaping to start. All I can see is sweat dropping, and children praying that the odds are in their favor today. The mayor, a small guy with gray hair, steps up on the stage and read the story I have heard for the past 2 years. The history of Panem, the Dark Days, the Hunger Games. Same old, same old. Then our escort, fresh from the Capitol, Ilignma, wore a fluffy balloon dress today, with blue hair and pink irises. She introduced the 3 remaining victors of District 5, and the expected mentor, Chriva. Ilignma skipped her way to the podium. I know it’s bad for a person to judge, but who can resist judging when it’s about people from the Capitol? Before I know it, she said, in her Capitol accent,
“May the odds ever be ever in your favor!”
The crowd silenced, and she drew her hand in the bowl.
“And for the ladies!”
Please let it not be Emilia, not Emilia please not me.
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Through a Fox's Eyes
ФанфикShe sees things. She understands. She has a burden larger than any tributes, even Katniss'. She's the typical wallflower, who was smart enough to be in the final five. Join her in the games, see the Hunger Games through a fox's eyes.
