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"Hey, careful with the dress, buddy!" I retorted as the peacekeeper shoved me onto the train behind Arland. "I'm going, I'm going!"
I ascended the steps into the car and combed through my hair as I followed my district partner into the cabin, prepared to be amazed by what the Capitol was about to offer me. I was about to be a star, after all.
And boy, they did not disappoint. Karolina began gesturing to the rich foods laid out for us and where our rooms were in the train and how we could choose any clothing we wanted if we would like to change for dinner. Fidalis was leaning against the wall of the car, looking bored and unamused as Karolina pointed out every little amenity offered to us.
My father's words were cut off by a quick, powerful glare from my tired mother. I smiled, satisfied that I had won again. With a resigned sigh, he combed his fingers through his dark brown hair and took a seat at the kitchen table.
"How are you feeling, hon?" he asked me. "Second time around. More nervous or less than last year?"
I pulled my dark brown hair over my right shoulder and thought for a second. "I'm kind of excited in a weird way. The Reaping is always such a rollercoaster. First you're scared to death of getting reaped... literally. Then that rush of relief when you hear someone else's name pulled, and then the sadness you're supposed to feel when you know they're gonna die but really you're just happy it's not you. I mean I'm more excited to see how well our tributes hold up this year than anything."
My mother stood up to bring her plate to the sink. "You sound like a Capitolite. All this excitement is odd for a girl who's up for the Games again."
She looked at me, worry diluting her eyes. "There's always a chance it's you, pumpkin. Don't forget that."
"Sure," I said offhandedly. "I have two slips in there and most girls my age have at least five or six. Don't worry about me, mom."
I pulled at my pink bow hidden on the back of my head. When my mother asked me last year what my token would be should I go into the Games, there was no question about it. I could barely function anymore without the small piece of fabric woven in my hair. Too many bad things had happened when I wasn't wearing it.
Well, one too many.
I scooted my chair back and stood up, noting the time on the clock above my father's head. "It's go time, guys!"
They exchanged worried glances and grasped hands before grabbing the house keys and anything else they might need while they were standing in the crowd of over- and under-aged citizens of District Five.
We made our way to the District Square- only about a five minute walk from my house because we lived in the largest town in Five- and I said my quick "tata"s to my mother and father before turning to see all my friends waiting for me at the registration corner. Together, the same as last year and the years to come, we held our hands out to the Capitol representatives and they pricked our fingers and got our fingerprints and we were ushered to the girls half of the audience where we stood with all of our classmates, giggling at what half of them were wearing.
This was the Reaping. This was the time to show off everything you had and some of these girls were dressed so pathetically it's like they were trying to advertise that their fathers had died in a power plant explosion. My pink, beaded, frilly dress would be the talk of everyone at school when we returned. My best friend Lilac pulled at the sleeve, mentioning how jealous she was of it, and how the little blood detail gave it that special something.
The screeching sound of the cheap microphone's feedback wailed through our ears and we looked to the front of the crowd to see the fabulous Karolina Gwendolyn standing on stage.
Oh, Karolina. I could barely pay attention to the reused Capitol message they gave us every year because I was so distracted simply by how much I wanted to be her. She'd become our escort only a year or two ago and dear heavens above she was all I wanted to be and more. Famous, beautiful, rich, getting everything she wanted. It was fabulous and it was all I wanted out of life.
Standing next to her was the only living victor of District Five, Fidelis Ezekiel, also known as the creepiest dude living in Five. Mothers didn't let their children near him and teenage girls made sure to avoid eye contact when passing him on the street. It's not like he had done anything wrong, he was just creepy. Nevertheless, I respected him and his fame. Though he didn't quite use it the right way, he had won the Games and that garnered a certain level of respect in my book.
"It looks like we're in for a wonderful Hunger Games this year!" Karolina trilled in her heavy Capitol accent. "Girls first, of course!"
She strutted her way over to our bowl in her six inch silver heels with ease, reaching in and fishing around for a second before pulling her hand out of the sea of names.
There were several moments of dead silence as she took her time peeling the tape off, reading the name, and stepping forward to the microphone. I loved this part. The apprehension, the stress, the relief when the name was called.
"Our girl tribute for District Five is..."
Pause.
"Fay Harper."
My chest settled with relief in the way it usually did during the Reaping. And then my brain caught up with my body. Wait.
"Fay, go," Lilac breathed. Skye already had tears flowing down her face and I couldn't bear to look at Estelle or Patra.
Giving Lilac a quick hug, I let my legs carry me to the stage. My brain was too confused to quite understand what was happening, but it snapped back to reality when Karolina put her delicate hand on my shoulder.
"How old are you, dear?" she asked.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. I was going to leave Five. I was probably one of, if not the youngest tribute and my name was going to be plastered all over Panem in lights. I could see it. Fay Harper, the girl from Five who won the Hunger Games. The youngest victor Panem has seen yet.
"Thirteen," I grinned. "My lucky number."
I smiled out into the crowd and waved at my friends, who all looked too stunned and shocked to wave back. Holding my head up as Karolina announced the boy, I could barely pay attention as an older boy I sort of recognized from school took the stage with me. Arland, his name was.
I waved and grinned at where I estimated cameras were and suddenly I was being ushered by Peacekeepers off the stage and into a car on our way to the Justice Building.
"Hands off, buddy," I said curtly. "My dress has to look nice for when I arrive at the Capitol."
