When I wake up, I’m still in my trailer. I rub my eyes, and sit up. Stretching, I glance down at myself and I do a double take. I’m wearing an old sea-green dress. It has short sleeves, a hem that goes to my knees, and a fitted middle. On my feet are white canvas shoes that are scuffed at the edges. I stand up, shaky, and walk to my mirror. My hair is parted in the middle, and I find that it’s been dyed a darker red and has been curled as well. Makeup, which makes me look younger, shows on my face, and I spot sand between my fingernails. Confused, I walk as I look down at them until I reach my door. Just as I open the door, a hot and steamy air pulses out at me. I step out, and I find that ...view middle of the document...
He’s dressed in a loose shirt, dress pants and boots. The makeup he’s wearing makes him look young, like mine, and his hair is styled so it’s tousled and messy. It makes me want to run my hands through it. Finnick catches me watching him, and half of his mouth smiles a hair. It returns to it’s original position once a vibrantly dressed woman with a tall wig and pale face teeters in her eight-inch heels on the stage.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome! Happy Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor!” She says into a microphone, reminding me tremendously of Effie Trinket. “Now, before I choose, we have a very special film for you, brought to you from the Capitol!” The video plays, retelling the whole District of how the Hunger Games begin. I pretend I’m paying attention, but in all honesty, I’m not. I’m more focused on what’s ahead, and what’s going to happen to me. I don’t even realized the video has stopped playing until the woman onstage says how much she loved that video and says:
“Now, ladies first.” She clicks up to the ball with the girls’ names in it, and fishes around for a while before picking one name. Holding it in a gloved hand, she trots up to the microphone and opens it.
“Annie Cresta.” She says, looking up from the paper. I pretend to be shocked and I stand in place, staring out into space. “Annie?” Someone shoves me forward, and I slowly come back to myself. Shaking, I step forward out of the crowd to hear my fake parents sob. I walk slowly in my soft shoes, looking at the ground the entire time. Two Peacekeepers usher me onto the stage, and I stand next to the woman, my hands clasped behind my back. I see Sam out of the corner of my eye. His face shows no emotion, but his eyes show that he hurts. Wow, he’s a good actor. I think to myself. The woman who drew my name says:
“Now, for the boys.” She trots over to the boys’ reaping bowl and pulls out a name.
“Cyrus Pelagica.” A tall, blonde-haired boy with green eyes moves forward, to be led to the stage by Peacekeepers. I’m guessing he’s a grade older than I, and I pretend like I’ve seen him before in school. He stands next to the woman, on the other side of her and glances at me out of the corner of his eye. I look out beyond the crowd of people, and pretend like I’m nostalgic and missing my home in District 4 already, but I have never seen it in real life.
“Now, go on, shake hands!” The woman says, clapping her gloved hands together. He reaches out first, and his hand is firm when I shake it. Peacekeepers usher us into the Hall of Justice, and we are led into two separate rooms. They stand guard at the door while I enter, and they shut it once I’m inside. The room is finely furnished, and I sit down on an elegant couch, my toes barely touching the ground.
“You have five minutes.” I hear a Peacekeeper say. I stand, and I see my ‘mother’ and ‘father’ walking in. They embrace me, and my ‘mother’ is crying. I don’t speak. I’m silent, and I don’t make a sound.