16 year old Misty Orwell wanted nothing more to make her family and district proud in the games, she spent her whole life training for that moment. She never planned to find love in the games but that love will change her life forever. What happens...
"that was the best food I've ever eaten." I sighed, slouching back into my chair, seeing my stomach distend under my dress. "I don't think I'll be able to eat again for days." I laughed and Rocky nodded in agreement, and do I dare say it, I think I saw a bit of a smile. As the clock struck 7 the TV turned on, the screen read 'mandatory viewing' with a large capitol symbol under it. "ok, it looks like it's time to watch the reaping!" Queenie said, standing up from her and walking into the tv area, taking a seat on one of the 3 couches surrounding it. We followed suit, finding our seats as president snow appeared on the TV.
He said a speech about the importance of the hunger games before cutting to Claudius Templesmith and Caesar Flickerman who started to present this year's tribute, and as usual they began with district 1. As to be expected with a career district, the name of a girl was called, prompted followed with about 20 other girls yelling 'I volunteer as tribute!'. I'm so thankful that district 4 selects their career volunteer or messes like this would happen, I can't imagine how long their reaping ceremonies take, hours I bet. Eventually a bubbly blonde wearing a tight red dress made her way up to the steps of the stage and introduced herself as Glimmer Belcourt, that's a fun name, very district 1. The process repeated itself, someone being called, tones of volunteers and an eventual tribute names: Marvel Sanford.
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Next came district 2, this time a name was called and only a handful of girls volunteered. Before any peacekeepers could come into the crowd to sort them out, a scuffle occurred when a small girl with dark hair went after another volunteer, punching her so hard that she feel to the ground before making her way up to the stage. When she got up to the stage I was in total awe of her, she was beautiful and just from that showing alone I could tell she was fiery and strong and I loved it. She adjusted her green and white pinstripped dress and stood calmy as she was asked for her name, Clove Kentwell.
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