The Hunger Games - Writing Contest (ENDED)

District 12 - Grace Lynn

DISTRICT 12

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Grace Lynn

Gender: Female

Age: 16

PERSONALITY

Weapon of Choice: knife (can be concealed)

Hobby: Babysitting for local mothers who are too busy to take care of their children

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Eye Color: brown

Hair: short, wiry, medium length, brown, frequently pulled in a ponytail

Build: strong for size

ALLIANCES

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STATUS: Alive

ITEMS: one knife

SPONSORSHIP: 1

REAPING DETAILS

The boys are there again, standing at the table where they take your blood. One of them, William, sees me.

"Oh, so the fox did come after all," he jeered. "Done hiding?"

I shrug off his mocking, hurrying instead to the lady in front of me, holding out my hand. I know the drill.

"I'm talking to you!" William shouts, pushing me over.

With a snarl, I jump up, punching him swiftly in the jugular. He wheezes and falls over, clutching his neck.

"Hey!" A guard grabs me from behind, dragging me back. "Stupid wench," he yells, smacking me in the back of the head. "Now he can't participate!"

I smile ruefully at William, but he smiles smugly back, still breathing heavily.

The guard quickly looks at the sheet with my name on it, then hoists me into the pen where I belong, like an animal.

The reaping goes smoothly, the introduction as boring yet captivating as ever.

Just before the woman, Effie, she calls herself, pulls a name, the guard comes up to her and whispers in her ear.

Her eyes go wide, and she nods, eyeing the gun he has at his side.

As he steps away, she pulls out a name from the bowl, announcing it to the crowd.

I'm pulled up to the stage, but I can sense something's wrong in her posture. Her shoulders sag, and she won't look at me.

Just before we're taken to the train, I get a glance at the name on the paper.

It isn't mine.

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