Hunger Games (24 AUTHORS NEEDED)!

This is a HG Grp story where one author will write from one tribute's point of view. It's going to be cr-aa-zy! I need one author for every tribute of each district. If you would like to sign up, pls comment and let me know. Thanks. :)

Chapter 2

District 1- Aquamarine

I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. I forced myself to get up, for today was the big day, only to collapse over, my legs feeling numb. I tried to make the butterflies go away, but instead they kept growing until I was howling with pain.

Arms appeared around me, and several "shhhhs" sounded. I let myself sink into the body that appeared, the butterflies slowly retreating until I could feel my body again.

"You're psyching yourself out, Aquamarine," said the familiar voice of my sister, Topaz. "You know they won't pick you. And if they do, a career will volunteer. You'll be back in the comfort of your bed tonight."

"At least you don't have a reaping this year, since you're 19," I replied. She rolled her eyes, and grabbed a pearl comb. She began to brush through my long, butterscotch hair.

My mother came in, holding a deep purple dress with a few gold accents. I sighed, disappointingly. I was going to be one of the worst dressed girls at the reaping. I would never hear the end of it.

Sure, district one isn't as poor as some of the others, but I was in the lower class here. I was lucky enough to get into a top school, one for the richest of the rich, but I stuck out like a sore thumb. My mother refused to let me get feather eyelashes, or even get my skin painted. It was a "waste of money." Everyone else had colorful, elaborate skin, dresses in the lightest material to ever exist in colors that were just invented.

I slowly got up and took the dress from my mother, giving her a glare. I put it on, with the material hugging me, making my body look more curvy than I would give it credit for. At least that was a plus to this drab dress. I put on some gold heels, hoping that would jazz it up a bit.

I begged my sister to at least have her makeup tint my skin a bit, but mother would hear nothing about it. She gave my sister strict instructions for my make up, saying that I needed to embrace my natural beauty.

As Topaz made me look somewhat presentable, mother came in with this outdated curling iron and gave my hair soft curls. I sighed, but appreciated her effort. Too bad the curls would fall as soon as I walk outside our house.

As Panem's anthem played outside, I knew that was my cue to leave the safety of the house. The butterflies started to come back. My mother whispered to me, "The dress really brings out your eyes, Aqua." I smiled, knowing that my eyes were what I was named after. It was the highest complement my mother could give.

"Wait!" Topaz exclaimed, and ran to get something. When she came back, she was holding her charm bracelet, with the 6 charms she had earned from surviving her reapings. She pointed at the charm with a gold cat. "This charm right here was the one that I received after the reaping when I was 15, your age. It'll give you courage." She hugged me, and put the bracelet around my wrist. I hugged her, and then left.

As I walked outside, I heard giggles. I turned around, seeing it was the group from the highest class in district one, laughing at the way I looked. I rolled my eyes, and continued to walk to the square, the polished stone surrounding me. There was no going back now.

The introduction took place, and before I knew it, they were reaching into the glass bowl for the female tribute. The butterflies hit me again. I started to feel dizzy.

"Aquamarine Reel."

My name.

I couldn't breathe. I could hear snickers. I was waiting for a career to volunteer for me. No one said a word. I was escorted up to the stage, and I could hear the laughter from the richer part of the district. I was a disgrace. I looked like a fool.

I felt the cat charm in my hand. "It will bring you courage" echoed in my head.

I had to do this. I was going to prove that I could win it, prove it to those horrible upper class girls.

Too bad those butterflies were telling me I was going to die.

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