Peppermint Hippotang's (District 8) P.O.V:
The Reaping. It is the time that we all dread, and I remind myself, as I stand there, that it will be over in probably ten minutes. My life will have changed, or I will be safe for another year.
My best friend, Sierra Spear, stands next to me. "We'll be fine, Pep."
I sigh. "I hope so, Sierra."
The male name is called first, so Sierra and I and the rest of the girls wait in suspense for a little longer.
"Seymour Higgins!" The escort calls out.
"SEYMOUR!" A girl calls out from the audience. I recognize her as Susan Higgins, Seymour's sister,who is a year younger than us. She burst into tears. "Try.. Try to win," she sobs, and I pity her.
Soon I pity myself.
"Peppermint Hippotang!"
I take a step forward. My red hair slips out of the ponytail I had hastily done this morning and sprawls out over my shoulders. The white ribbon flutters to the ground as I slowly walk towards the escort. I hear Sierra call my name, but I don't turn back. I can't. I will start to cry if I do. I'm fifteen. Getting Reaped will not break me like it does so many others.
I shut my eyes as I stand next to the escort. I don't need to see the faces that mourn me and pity me already. I do t want them to be like that yet. I want them to have hope, and not be so convinced that it's already all over. They should have hope.
Hope that I will come home.
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THE 150th HUNGER GAMES
FanfictionThe story of 192 tributes in nine different Games, the special twist for this 150th year of the Hunger Games, the experiences they will have, and the two rebels that could change everything. ~do both of us a favor and don't copy #Bowlicia~
