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Reaping Day
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Gina Tallie: "Happy first annual Hunger Games everyone! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" She heads towards a glass ball. "Ladies first!"
Nika Zeele: She keeps her head down, her lips pressed tight, her shoulders drooped, and her hands in her lap as she sits on the outskirts of all the other sixteen year olds. 'It can't be me. It can't be me. I only have 6 drawings in there. There are hundreds of others. The odds are too small!'
Gina Tallie: "Nika Zeele." Her eyes scan the crowd and sets on the small girl standing up from the sixteen year old section.
Nika Zeele: 'No! How can it be?' She grabs her stick and stands up. An adult from the crowd next to her gently guides her shoulder towards the sidewalk; she stretches her right arm and slowly walks towards the stage, being guided by the stick. 'Someone will volunteer for me, won't they? It says in the rules someone can! I wish Reida was a year younger, she would have volunteered for me in a heartbeat!' Her stick hits the stage, and someone guides her to the stairs. She reaches for the hand rail and goes up the five steps.
Gina Tallie: "Are there any volunteers for Miss Nika?"
Nike Zeele: Her lips are pressed more tightly than before, her head still down. 'Please, anyone, please.' No one spoke up, not a peep was heard from the crowd. Not any girl from the ages twelve to eighteen had any pity for the only blind person in all of District 4.
Gina Tallie: She continues on to the other glass ball. "Next, the boys!" She keeps a tight smile plastered to her bright purple, glossy lips. "Vincent Gabbon."
Vincent Gabbon: His face looked up towards the stage, out of the zone he was always in during the Reaping. 'In a million years, I wouldn't have guessed my name would have been picked.' He stands, his face into an angry stare- like it always was smoldering when he didn't get his way. He tromps up onto the stage, and moves so that he is next to Nika, but not too close.
Gina Tallie: "Are there any volunteers?" Again, no one says anything. No one stands up to proudly say, 'I do.' It was like the whole district were holding its breath.
Nika Zeele: She lets out a little whimpering cry as she hears her sister and mother, through the silence, weeping. 'This is the one thing that they can't guide me through. They can't get me out of this.
The mayor moves up onto the stage to state the newly-signed Treaty of Treason.
Vincent Gabbon: He narrows his eyes at the crowd, his hands in fists at his sides.'If it weren't for that treason the Districts signed, I wouldn't be up here right now.'
Nika Zeele: She lifts her head up to face the silent and invisible crowd, her eyes wide and glossy.'If it weren't for that treason the Districts signed, I wouldn't be up here right now.'
