Date- REAPING DAY 6:00am
-Commence Panem-Wide Preparations for Reaping
A gasp escaped Zelda as she was jumped on by her dog. She then frowned softly and she remembered the day. The Reaping. The sun had yet to rise on District 2, and the normal sound of crackling smith-fires and the smell of hot metal was absent. It was unsettling. The Reaping itself wasn't for a little while, but Zelda wasn't ready anyway. She gently hugged her dog, Nadie, and swallowed hard. Nadie wagged her tail before hopping off the bed and sitting by the door.
"You want out..." Zelda sighed, setting her feet on the ground and climbing begrudgingly to the door to let Nadie out. Tossing a blanket around her shoulders, Zelda walked to her door and opened it, watching Nadie bound out and sniff happily. "Must be nice to be a dog," she laughed softly. "Life isn't dangling by a string. Its just floating around, happy and carefree," she grinned, before she felt her triplet brothers attack her legs with tight hugs. She smiled wide, as they were all 5 years old and were safe.
"Morning Zelda," her father greeted from the living room. He looked grave, and his peppery gray seemed to stand out more with bags on his eyes. Zelda gave a coy smile and nodded. "Bert, Bart, Beau," he snapped, and the boys let go of Zelda's legs and lined up. "Let Zelda enjoy her day before the Reaping," he ordered, and the boys gave a single nod.
"Thank you Daddy," Zelda smiled, then waved warmly and walked out the door, watching Nadie bound towards her happily. 'Off to the cafe, I suppose' she thought to herself and pat Nadie's head.
"Why should I be worried?!" Kayta protested to her mother. "There are so many other names that are in there more times than mine! This is my last year, and after this, there's nothing left to worry about! I can live my life without worrying about these damn organized massacres!" Kayta snapped, only to be smacked in the mouth by her mother. Rearing back and shooting a glare, Kayta close her mouth and began to nurse her reddening skin.
"You should be worried because you still have a chance, Kayta! Yeah, you're 18, but you can still get picked, and you don't have any weapons skills! I doubt there is gonna be anything out there that you can use to help you, and you're so cold you'd never make an alliance! If you're picked, you're gonna die out there," her mother explained. Kayta stood up and snarled.
"I hope I do get picked!" she screamed, then stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her. Her mother sighed softly and hugged herself tightly. Kayta let out a scream and tensed up. She could see the equipment being set up from the end of her yard, and she held her hand to her stomach, feeling suddenly sick. She felt something bad was about to happen.