I wake up in the morning soaked in my own sweat and tears. I must've had a nightmare. No shocker there; today is the day of the reaping, so you probably already could guess what my nightmare was about. I sit up, recalling what had occured in my mind just minutes before. I was reaped for the worst 'game' ever created. That was all it took for me to wake up in tears. I fall back onto my bed and I closed my eyes. I took two deep breaths before I fully got up off my bed. I bent down to stretch my tense back and took a sniff of the air. Of course. My mom made me and my brother our favorite, an sausage and chocolate omlett with chocolate covered bananas and strawberries. I know that sounds utterly gross in some people's minds, but my brother and I find it absolutely delicious. I quietly creep down the stairs in attempt to scare Steven, my brother. I knew he was nervous, considering it was only his second reaping, so I wanted to get his mind off of it for a couple seconds with something to laugh about. As I reached the last step at the bottom of the stairs, I heard a loud squeak coming from under me.
"Great" I mutter to myself, completely ruining the joke I planned on Steven.
Both Steven and my mother turned and faced me. Steven just turned back around and began to eat again while my mother tried to smile, with no avail. I knew she was just as nervous as I was, or maybe even more if it was physically possible. I slowly crept to my seat at the table and practically drooled over the breakfast laid out for me. The omlet was perfectly crafted on a large plate with chocolate and sugar drizzled on top and next to the sausage and chocolate filled goodness. On a miniature plate beside my omlet was fresh cut up strawberries and bananas with chocolate yet again drizzled on top. As you can tell, my family loves chocolate. Like, we're obsessed with it. It's a miracle that we're not 100 pounds overwieght with the amount of chocolate we consume in a week. And as for a drink, my mother woke up early enough to go out into our garden and pick some oranges and lemons to make her famous lorangreaid. What is lorangeaid you may ask? Well what do you THINK it is after telling you that my mother had to go out to the garden to pick out fresh LEMONS and ORANGES in order to make it. I know my mother only goes extravagantely on breakfast when she wants to take our mind off things that are bothering us, so this breakfast is the only thing i look forward to on reaping day.
After 20 minutes of savoring every last bit of the chocolately goodness, i run to the bathroom, brush my teeth to get rid of any excess food particles stuck in my teeth and take a nice warm shower. If the worst happens, then I would barely get to take a decent shower on my own time. 10 minutes later, I'm walking out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and relaxed. But i know that wont last for a maximum of 10 minutes because once i see the reaping outfit my mother laid out for me, all the worries would come flowing back. Going back upstairs to my room and locking the door, i face the bed to see what my reaping outfit looks like. Is it possible to be IN LOVE with clothes? I hope it is, otherwise this would just be plain awkward. A pretty white blouse and a long, beautiful solid pink skirt lays on my bed. It's nothing exciting, but i still love it. After putting the outfit on and brushing my hair until its pin striaght, I go back downstairs. Steven is already down there in his bright blue suit and dress pants. We live in District 8, which is textiles, so bright colors isn't much of a shocker to any of us. My mother comes out of her room about 5 minutes later and literally gasps and smiles when she sees both of her children in their best outfits for the reaping. The Hunger Games was made as a punishment of all the citizens for rebelling against the government, which is now renamed 'The Capitol'. Luckily for my mother, the maximum age limit of the Games was 18 and the Hunger Games was legalized when she just turned 19, so she never felt the nervousness and panic all children of Panem aging from 12-18 are feeling today.
My mother slowly walked toward both me and Steven. She messed up Steven's hair by running her hand threw it but he didn't mind. When she came to me, I gave her tight embrace and thanked her for everything. I knew that if i got chosen, i would not have the time i would like to say my farewells. She pulled away first and looked straight into my eyes. She looked much older than 35 right now. She had small wrinkels showing through her skin, bags under her eyes and soft eyes looking at me. I knew this was only temporary, as she was stressed about the reaping like all parents are. Her face lit up, though, as if she remembered something and told me to follow her into her room. Steven was entertainng himself as it was in the living room by trying to tie his tie.
