Sorry about the big opening post, I'll try to make my replies shorter. But hot damn I didn't know I could write so well as a female. That rhymed.
Everyone was gathering around. Most of them had faces full of fear and exhaustion. Why were they so exhausted? Maybe because it was Hunger Games time and this was the reaping. No one could eat or sleep, not knowing if they were going into the games or not, if they were going to survive or die. People in the games were basically puppets for the audience amusement of the day and night. It was horrific to even sit there and think about it. People were already crying, most were hugging their parents, as if it was their last time being together, maybe it was. The line was rather long in District 2 and it seemed like it was taking forever, most didn't even want to be next, most didn't want to be there at that very moment. But there was this one girl, this one female that didn't care either way.
Blonde locks gleamed in the sunlight, which also cascaded down her back. Her milky color skin blossomed amongst everyone else. Her eyes were a emerald green color that sparkled and shined as soon as the sun hit them. She seemed nice, she seemed innocent. But she was brash and didn't like being approached by someone she didn't know. She was as brutal as they come. And don't let her five foot seven stature, along with her one-hundred and forty-five pounds body frame fool you. She was extremely flexible and in shape, she has trained since birth almost and has waited for this day since she was younger. Last year she wasn't picked but her stomach tossed and turned, so this had to be the year she was entering. She took her index finger and tucked some of his blonde locks behind her ear then looked up and seen that she was next to be pricked.
"Next!" The person waved his hand for her to come forth and hold her hand out. The prick hurt at first but the pain eased away in due time. "What is your name?" Name? What the hell is my name? She thought to herself as she looked down at the person in front of her, who seemed to be getting impatient. "Do you have one?" They asked. She nodded her head with a smile then gulped. "It's Emma." She spoke then breathed softly while continuing. "Emma Swanson." The person rolled their eyes then folded up the piece of paper. "Now see, was that so hard?" She shook her head no then turned to the side and fell in line, along with the rest of the expecting participants. She stood there while wearing a white colored dress, that had flowers going across the neck line. She looked around and sighed to herself while waiting for the ceremony to begin.
Emma watched as everyone else had filed in now, no one else seemed to be coming since they had just put the bowl of names up on the stage. Her eyes went to the big double doors as they opened, a colorful male came from behind them, with a perfect set smile placed among his lips. Everyone eyes were locked on him as he raised his hand up and waved. She had a disgusting look placed upon her face as she rolled her eyes. When she did that action, the male started speaking. "Welcome, welcome, welcome! Before we begin, we have a very special film for you, brought to you all the way from the Capitol. The time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 2 in the annual Hunger Games!" Her eyes went to big screen as the video started playing, showing them the pain and agony that awaited the potential tributes of District 2.
After the video stopped playing, the male clapped with another smile, her eyes went back to him as he spoke again. "Now, time to choose the female tribute." He smiled again while reaching his hand into the bowl, stirring the names then finally picking up a piece of paper. The crowd has been hushed since the start of the whole reaping ceremony and they were definitely hushed now. The wait was now over, it was time to figure out who the female participant was. "Emma Swanson." He said as everyone turned their gaze upon her. She gasped at the calling of her name. It seems now that her world had came crashing down and burned. She stood there for a moment before people in white suit and helmets came pushing through the crowd, grabbing her by each of the her arms and walking alongside of her, even walked up the stairs with her. "Ah, how are you on this day?" He asked her but she didn't answer him. The male shrugged his shoulder then went back over to the bowl, stirring the names again.
He picked up a piece of paper and spoke into the mic. "Now, time for the male tribute." He unfolded the paper and the male tribute was revealed.