To me, The Hunger Games is a pointless piece of crap. Killing kids... it's sick.
Lucky for me, the day I got picked in the death lottery was my 15th birthday.
Earlier that day, I was with my mom, the butcher of District 12. We were talking about last years victors, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.
"I can hardly believe their love story, Mum. It was an act to survive. I would do the same." I wipe my bloody hands on my apron, changing it from blue to red.
"But Wil, the Capitol wouldn't let them go that easily if it wasn't real. Think about that. If it were a rebellious act, they would've been dead months ago." She ruffled my strawberry-blonde hair and went over to the kitchen to wash her hands.
She came out a few minutes later with a cupcake. "Happy Birthday Wil. May the odds be ever in your favor this year." Then, she handed me a box. "This is for today."
I open up the box. Inside is a dress and a mini box which I set to the side. I pull out the dress and take in a breath.
"Mom, i-its beautiful." The dress was a light rose pink with a very very faint blue collar. The bottom is ruffled and puffy. The sleeves stop at my elbows, perfect to cover my scar. Along the bottom, a rim in the same faint blue guides its way around. I love it. I twirl around with it in my arms, so happy for something so pretty.
Then, I look at the little box that I put to the side. I put down my dress and pick it up. Inside, there is a ring with a pearl.
I look over at my mother. "Mom, how did you afford all this?"
She lets out a small laugh. "Well, you know I have a great relationship with the seamstress in the Hob. She made that custom for you with a small price. The ring though," She walks over and picks it up. "Was a gift from your father."
I slip it onto my finger. A beautiful fit.
My father was very rebellious. He didn't believe in the districts. He didn't want to be trapped forever and have kids sent to the Hunger Games each year. One day, he went up to a Peacekeeper and insulted them for having more freedom and rights than we'll ever have. The Peacekeeper shot him. We took them to Ms.Everdeen and her daughter, Primrose, to try and save him. But it was no use.
I let a small tear trickle down my face at the thought of my father and the way that one moment, his hand was alive in mine, and the next, it was limp and dead.
My mom sniffles. "You should probably go get ready for the Reaping."
Since my hair is cut very short, there's not much my mom can do for it. She just ruffled it again and kissed my nose."My Wil. My beautiful Wil."
After about ten minutes of silent hugs, the bell whistles. Time to go. I kiss my mom's cheek. As I shut the door, I yell, "Love you!"
I got my finger pricked and got in line. I tried to find my best friends, Rye and Penny, but I could only find Penny.
"Hey Penny. Good luck." I smile and grab her hand. Her mother is the seamstress my mother is best friends with. We were best friends since we were 3. Rye just happened to be my neighbor and joined the group when we were 5.
"You too Wil." She smiles back. "I think the only true benefit to being a Tribute in 12 is you get to train with Mellark." She gives me that mischievous smile. Of course Penny would say something like that. I shake my head at her and turn around.
Every year, we have to watch this boring video about why there are Districts and why these stupid Games ever exist. Thanks District 13.
Effie Trinket, the creepy Capital woman who dresses like a freakish clown, steps on stage. "Ladies first!"
She trots over to the bowl on our side of the Square. I squeeze Penny's hand tighter. "Happy Birthday, Wil," She whispers in my ear.
Effie unfolds the paper and walks up to the microphone.
I let go of Penny's hand. I look over at Penny. Tears are streaming down her face. She opens her mouth. "I-". I shoot my hand up to her mouth to prevent her from saying 'I volunteer.' She looks over at me, her eyes filled with tears. I shake my head. Not today.
I step out of my place in line and walk up to the stage. Effie helps me up because I'm having trouble climbing stairs. "Wonderful!" I look out at the crowd of girls. Penny is looking at me, dead straight. She mouths, Don't go.
"Now for the boys!" Effie exclaims into the microphone. She walks over to the bowl in front of the boys and picks out a name. She walks next to me and opens up the paper.