----Chapter 11 part 1---- Its the very first reaping day, everones suppose to dress nice so you can look good on national tv if you get picked. Hunter and I say goodbye (irony not intentional) before we head to the reaping. The square is bland, organized, and militaristic. All the potential tributes grouped up by age and gender then are roped off from everyone else. The square is silent for several seconds. I look over and see Hunter. He nods his head. Its going to be ok he mouths and I take a deep breath and nod and look back to the stage. A black woman walks out onto the stage with a huge smile. This woman looks nuts. Shes in a skimpy bright purple mermaid dress with actual scales, hot pink pumps at least 6 inches tall, hot pink eyeshadow, and HUGE poofy brown hair with deep gold stripes. Gaudy as heck. Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome! Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor. Now before we begin this very special event, we have a very special film brought to YOU all the way from the Capitol! Panem seal. Music. War. Terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother untill nothing remained. And then came the peace. Hard fought, sorely won, a people rose up from the ashes, and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost, and the traitors were defeated. We have sworn as a nation we will never know this treason again; and so it has been decreed that each year the various districts of Panem will offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage, and sacrifice. The two victors, bathed in riches, will serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This pageant shall be known as the Hunger Games. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safe guard our future. Same ol smae ol. And now, ladies first. Every X chromosome in the country held its breath and trembled with fear. She clears her throat. Ahem. Shear Corova. Lots of sighs of relief, but a few gasps and cries. Wait, who did they call? I stand there confused because it sounds like they said Shear Corova. And then it occurs to me. They did call my name. For the Hunger Games. The reaping. People are looking at me and nudging me forward. I start to panick as I step out into the isle. Peacekeepers form a square around me and take me up to the stage Im panicking, crying. No. No wait no. Please no! Im crying hard now and Im on the stage. Now for the boys. My brain wont function right, so I dont notice when she calls some random guys name. However I do notice when an all to familiar voice calls out I volunteer as tribute! I look up and Hunters already in the isle being brought up. There arent words to describe how I am feeling right now. Well, we have a volunteer, how exciting! Well whats your name, dear? Hunter Blair. Alright lets give a big round of applause for the tributes from district 10, Shear Corova and Hunter Blair! The applause sounds like there are only 3 people clapping, and you can FEEL that they feel sorry for us. The lady turns us around and walks us into the city hall building for our 30 minute goodbye time. ~Peeta, my love~
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 04:53:12 +0000
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