*Amber McAdams' P.O.V.*
"Daddy, c'mon, we can't afford to be late," I call out the back door. I love my dad, sunburns and all. We live together in the poorest part of District 11, where he farms. Today is the reaping day and I'm wearing my old cotton dress with faded polka dots. Daddy smiles at me proudly and takes my soft, small hand in his large, callused one. I don't know what he would do if I was reaped. Mama was already murdered.
"Go find your friends. I'll see you after," he says, and I skirt off to the fifteen-year-olds, where I find my only friend: Lizzie. We chat until our escort, Jodi Bloome, twirls onstage with her afro and sparkly stilettos.
"Good afternoon, District 11! Let's get the reaping started with our boys!" she smiles, like she was making some sort of joke. A piece of paper is pulled out. "Buck Iglesais!" Buck makes his way up, shaking. He's one of the sixteen-year-olds at the orphanage: skinny, underfed, brainwashed, and too old to be adopted. He's all he's got. "Well, here's our lucky young lady...Amber McAdams!"
Crap.
*Buck Iglesais's P.O.V.*
I watch Amber say good-bye to her dad. She's quite pretty, about a year younger than me, and wouldn't need help with sponsors. I would. Nobody likes me, I've pretty much given up on trying to be charming.
I run my hands through my brown hair and stare at the floor until I'm collected and taken to the train.
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Fatal Reality: The 800th Hunger Games
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