| Hunger Games Fan Fiction; The Reapings | |
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| survivr297 | Apr 6 2012, 06:21 AM Post #1 |
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Part 1: The Reaping Narissa “Narissa Deseline!” I stood there, frozen. My name had been called. One name out of thousands. I was going to the Hunger Games. Only the frantic shrieks of my mother brought me out of my daze. She broke free from the crowd and ran toward me, only to be grabbed by Peacekeepers and dragged away. I understood her pain- she had already lost her sister in the Hunger Games many years ago. There had been a few years of peace after the rebellion, but the rumors of a Capitol-free Panem were just that- rumors. Once the Capitol had regained control of the nation, it imposed laws that made Old Panem seem like a democracy. Hunger Games’ were held consecutively to make up for the missed years, and this year, it was time for the 99th Annual Hunger Games. I began to make my way towards the stage, where Zilli, the announcer for District 5, was waiting for me. The Peacekeepers appeared behind me and escorted me toward the stage to ensure that I didn’t try to make a break for it. Before I had fully began to grasp the situation, I was standing on the stage, still numb. “Do we have any volunteers?”, Zilli asked, although she knew as well as I that nobody would be stepping in for me. I had nobody else near enough in age who loved me enough. I gazed up at the screen, and saw myself staring back. My eyes were flooding, and I was shaking like a scared puppy. My red hair glistened in the sunlight, and my pointy face was ashen. Even now, I looked like a fox, just like I always did. It always bothered me when the other girls at school called me Fox Girl, but I knew it was true. My mother said I looked like her sister, the one who died 25 years ago in the games... “Very well! Congratulations to Narissa Deseline, the brave young lady representing District 5 in the 99th Hunger Games!”, Zinni exclaimed as she headed to the other glass ball. “Now, its time for the gentlemen,” she declared. She stuck her tiny hand all the way to the bottom of the bowl and pulled out a name- a very familiar one. “Jectic Circue!” Well, maybe this isn’t so bad after all, I though. At least there was one person I knew i’d have no problem killing... Cattlina I finished herding the last of the cattle into their pen and scrambled to my house to get changed. I threw on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a blue tank top, the only clean shirt I could find. I couldn’t be late again this year, or I would be whipped by the Peacekeepers in public, and believe me, that was the last thing I wanted. It had already happened to my brother once for stealing, and he still hasn’t lived it down after four years. I broke out of the pasture and sprinted to the stage near the middle of the town. As I ran, I dodged stray cattle roaming through the empty streets, a common occurrence in District 10, where livestock was our main industry. I turned the last few corners and saw the people of District 10 lined up, watching the Reaping on the gigantic televisions brought by the Capitol. I arrived in the square just before the Peacekeepers began marking people absent. I ran to them, my brown ponytails bobbing behind me, and apologized for my tardiness. They didn’t seem to care too much and let me in without a word. What a relief. Within seconds, our District’s announcer, Orela, made her way to the center of the stage. “Greetings, greetings!”, she said in a bubbly voice, which I could tell was fake. “The time has come for two lucky youngsters to fight for the honor of their District in the annual Hunger Games. Good luck children, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” Orela is a short, plump woman, with several coats of crudely applied pink makeup. She has been the announcer for District 10 for at least forty years by now, and her age is just starting to show with some wrinkles. She is about as tan as a pile of snow, and has probably never been in the sun for more than five minutes at a time. Even now, she had a young woman standing behind her, holding up an umbrella to protect her from the sun’s rays. However, none of this topped the ridiculous cow skin dress she was wearing, equip with a bronze cowbell hanging around her neck that clanged whenever she moved. The crowd couldn’t help but laugh as she continued her spiel about the greatness of the Capitol as the bell rang repeatedly. The people from the Capitol had no idea how ridiculous they looked- although I wan’t much of a looker myself. I always keep my frizzy hair in two thick ponytails. My brown eyes are dull, and I have the average tanned skin of a fieldworker. I have a broad face, and combined with my thick, green glasses, I look like a nerd. I couldn’t have cared less about school, though. All I cared about was my family, friends, and my pets. Most people in my District saw their animals as a possession, something that they didn’t care about for anything but their value. I didn’t consider my pets mine- I thought of them as friends. My herd ranges from cows, to sheep, to goats, and so on. If anything happened to them, I don’t know what I’d do.Everyone thought I was strange for never butchering my livestock, but I could take the ridicule. I was used to it. “Ladies first!” Orela squealed. She has short, stubby arms, and struggled to grab one of the pieces of paper. After a good minute of trying to grasp a piece that had been on the tip of her fingers, she finally plucked it out. And in her fake voice, she read my name. “Cattlina Alamara!” When she read my name, I entered a state of panic. The last thing I remembered before fainting was Orela’s cowbell clanging as she searched for me in the vast crowd. Edited by survivr297, Apr 6 2012, 07:14 PM.
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