Truth or Odair

Chapter one(The reaping)

(Reader pov)

It's a cool brisk morning, the air is thick as well as humid. The reaping draws near and my heart is thumping. No one has been chosen in my family for generations but will luck be on my side, I hope so.

Living in the rich district four is not all that fun. The truth is we go through oppression and we secretly are a very rebellious district. Our district was originally the states of California and Oregon. From a very young age we are taught to swim, fish, make nets from scratch, and weird a trident.

 Today, I am currently awaiting the reaping. My brothers go out to get some fish. I decide to take a swim in the ocean.

The currents lap over my body. I always feel a sense of calamity as I sit by the shore. Then I decide to to go in deeper. I swim to my hearts content until I hear the thirty minute signal to prepare for the reaping. My heart thumps wildly as I walk home to get dressed. 

When I come home, my brothers caught few fish. My grandmother superstitious tendencies get the best of her. She believes that this is bad luck. My brothers and I are old enough to be in the age requirements. This has become stressful.

My mother brushes my thick black, messy hair. In the mirror my eyes are swirling with anticipation. My heart is starting to beat faster. My frame wobbles as I walk towards the kitchen. My thirteen year old self is trembling with fear of the bad luck that may be on our side. It makes me feel better that those are just superstitions and that my name has not much of a chance to be drawn. But at the same time I can't get my hopes up since you are never safe.

I walk with my brothers to the official reaping sight. Along the way, I join up with a friend. Doris Ophile walks and talks of the anxiety she's facing. I'm afraid all the talking brought us there faster. As we get checked for our health, I see the many faces in the crowd. Ones of excitement, stress, worry, anxiety, and anger.

After I get checked we all stand with our corresponding age group. We start by watching the annual video of the history of how the Hunger Games came to be. We all stand there with a wobbly frame and hands shaking.

I worry for the people who put their name in many times to gain extra food for their families(tesserae) in the poorer districts. Their chances of being chosen of almost sealed their fate. A fate that could lead to the downfall of your wellbeing and your family.

The video ends and we say our pledge to the capitol. After that, the names our to be chosen. The last words said stick in my head:"... And may the odds ever be in your favor." 

First, the boy is called. Yep, it had to be Mr. Pretty Boy. Well, he is popular, good looking, and friendly which might get him extra support. That must mean that he is going in as one of the younger tributes. Then the girl name is called. I sort of get caught up in my thoughts. Oh snap, why all of you guys looking at me. 

Then reality sets in, my name has been reaped.