*Riley Tessera's P.O.V.*
"You'll be okay, RyRy, and we'll all come home for a nice lunch," Mother says as she straighens my white dress. I stand in my all-pink room, looking at myself in the mirror. Mother perfectly curled my blonde hair and bought this dress especially for the reaping. I'm originally from District 1, but we transferred here when I was a baby. A lot of people say that I inherited the looks.
"Alright, Mother," I giggle. We meet Father downstairs and walk off to the square. They start talking on how much I've grown, how much I've changed. I tilt my head, confused. Changed? Changed what? Clothes? Hair accessories?
We reach the square and Mother shoos me off towards the other fourteen-year-olds. I stand with my other friends, giggling and pointing out the cute boys across from us. Nancy Nidia skips on stage, her bushy orange hair bouncing around. It's quite lovely.
"Hello, 9! Ready to get these games on the road? Okay, lets start with the ladies!" Nancy yells. Nobody makes a sound. She reaches in the bowl and pulls out a slip of paper. "Riley Tessera!"
Most people would say that they walked up bravely. Me? Heck, no! I'm crying as the peacekeepers drag me on the stage. "No! Let me go!" I scream. This can't be right!
*Lee Barton's P.O.V.*
Riley is taken up to the stage, kicking and screaming. I hope I don't get picked; I'd never win with my disability. Unless someone shows me how to do something or helps me, I'm not able to do it, and it frustrates me. Riley finally calms down and is silently crying. Nancy clicks her tounge and pulls out the last slip of paper.
"Lee Barton!"
Whispers like "Oh, the disabled kid." and "That's unfair." circulate through the crowd. Yes, it's never fair when a twelve-year-old is picked, much less a disabled twelve-year-old. The peacekeepers walk over to me and begin talking to me gently.
"C'mon, boy, that's it," they say, helping me out. Hello? I'm not a dog! I can talk!
~*~
"Mom, I don't want to go," I say while hugging my Mom. She's the only person I have. Mom sniffles and smooths my hair, knowing she's just lost her son. I know it, too.
"I know, sweetie, I know," she soothes. I give her one last hug and and say "I love you." before the attendants help me on the train.
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Fatal Reality: The 800th Hunger Games
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