KATNISS' POV
I bang on Haymitch's door loudly. Today was the day of the reaping and we could not be late. This year, instead of 12-18 year olds, tributes will be reaped from the pool of 19-24 year olds. It's my first reaping as a mentor for the hunger games, and I want to make a good impression on my district. A few seconds later, Haymitch opens the door, a flask in his hand. Peeta and I help Haymitch look decently, and we walk down to the town square. As we walk to the middle, I get flashbacks of my sister, Primrose getting picked for the games just last year. Hundreds of young adults flood the square, lining up for the blood samples. Not long after, Effie appears in front of the microphone. This year, her reaping outfit is a vibrant yellow, with the design of little birds. Her long eyelashes are yellow as well, and her hair is golden, along with her eyebrows. Effie gives her usual reaping speech, the video plays. I think about how nervous the people of my district, and their families must be. "Alright, its time to choose the tributes for this year's hunger games." Effie says, her Captiol accent showing.
"Ladies first, as always." She says.
"And the female tribute from district 12 is.." She starts. Effie reaches her hand deep into the bowl and chooses the first slip of paper her finger touches.
"Amira Shore" She says into the microphone. A girl from the section of 19 year olds walks up to the stage. Another girl, of what looked to be an identical twin, wrapped her arms around her and sobbed. I got a good look at her before she walked up to the stage. Her hair is dark brown, and it flows in waves just past her shoulders. Her eyes are hazel, with hints of green popping through the brown. She's wearing a blush pink dress and a brown belt around it.
"Time for the male tribute." Effie says. Her hand reaches into the bowl once again, this time just reaching the surface and grabbing a the first slip of the top.
"And the male tribute is... Dapp Delgado" I look around the square. A tall boy walks to the stage. A few gasps can be heard from the section of 21 year olds where he was standing. I can tell he worked in the mines by his strong muscles and his ashy black hair. His face was sharp looking. I stare at him for a few minutes, and then decide that this year district 12 could have a winner for the second year in a row.
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The Hunger Games: Mentors
FanfictionIt's the 75th Quarter Quell. Instead of tributes being reaped from the existing pool, they are reaped from the pool of 19-24 year olds.
