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Katniss the Cheep




Mockingjays
Legacy Name: Mockingjays


The Glade Lain
Owner: Intricate

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 7th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 7th, 2011

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  • Level: 6
     
  • Strength: 14
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 13
     
  • Health: 12
     
  • HP: 12/12
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Today there will be no picking fruit in the orchards. There will be no singing to the mockingjays, no listening to them return my song. For many there will be relief, followed by guilt. For some, there will be tears. Fear. Hopelessness.
Today is the day of the reaping. The 74th Hunger Games are about to begin.

The town is eerily quiet as everyone gathers in the district square, surrounding the makeshift platform in the center. Nobody laughs; even the youngest are silent. What little conversation takes place is in hushed voices. I follow my parents through the crowd, my siblings all trailing behind. Being the oldest, I know that none of them are in any danger of being chosen.
Atop the platform are two glass orbs full of paper slips. I shudder as I realize that one of those slips holds my name, and pray that it does not get drawn. The chances are slim, I reassure myself. It will probably be another name.
The name of another child. A friend, perhaps.
Some of the Capitol workers are holding cameras. Of course the news crews would be here, the Games are filmed. All of Panem will be watching us when the reaping begins.
Shortly after most of the town has gathered, one of the Capitol men takes the stage. His hair is purple, and he is covered in tattoos. He grabs the microphone. "Quiet down, quiet down ladies and gentlemen," he grins, as if he made a joke.

Rue
Name: Rue
Age: 12
Home: District 11
Favorites: Music, singing,
mockingjays
Skills: Climbing
Choice Weapon: Slingshot
Traits: Small, intelligent,
careful, kind, bird-like
"As I'm sure you all know, the 74th annual Hunger Games will soon begin. I bet you are just as excited as we at the Capitol are! We are, of course, in need of two tributes from District 11." The man gazes around at everyone, pausing as if for effect. "Those who are chosen to compete in the Games have the once in a lifetime opportunity at fame. The winner will bring wealth and prosperity to their District. All of Panem will know your name! Great stuff, huh?" Nobody responds; the man coughs. "Anyway, uh, we will be drawing the names now. Remember, one boy, one girl. Between the ages of twelve and eighteen. Now, let's get this show started!"We collectively hold our as the man begins to turn the first orb. Hours seem to pass before he finally reaches in, pulls out the first slip and unfolds it. "District 11, your male tribute in this year's Hunger Games is Thresh!" he cries cheerfully. I search the crowd and spot him: an older boy, large and vicious-looking. Nobody weeps, nobody shouts out for him as he heads for the platform.
The Capitol man now turns his attention to the second orb. He turns it a few times before reaching in. Please don't let it be me. The man takes his time unfolding the slip, grinning at the crowd as he does so. "And your female tribute is... Rue--!"
It seems as though time stops. I can't help but cry out. I hardly notice as my mother collapses beside me, as my siblings latch on to me. I don't hear him say my last name, but I don't have to. I know.
I have been chosen.
I brush my siblings off as I begin walking to the platform. I can't cry, not now. The Capitol man continues his speech as I take my place beside Thresh. Faces and sounds blur as I struggle to remain calm. This is it, I think.
This is the end.
Note: Rue © Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games.

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