Hunger Games FanFic Ch. 2

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Getting reaped? For my District, this would be called an honor. We’ve been training our whole lives for this. I can’t help feeling like I should be proud. Like I should be excited or something. Well I can say one thing; I’m not. When my name got called? No, I didn’t feel a single bit of pride. I didn’t feel ready, or prepared, and defiantly not pride. So yeah, hearing Hunter James called from the stage, the only thing I felt was dread. Dread, and the feeling that my heart was going to beat out of my chest. But, I forced myself to walk up to the stage, and take my place beside Sylvia. She glances at me, and all I can see in her eyes is determination. Like this was something she wanted. My mom and dad are looking at me with a kind of pride. As if me getting sentenced to death was something they we’re completely okay with. But then again, that’s just how district one was. You trained for the Hunger Games your whole life, and then if you got reaped, you were expected to win. So I guess now I’m expected to win. I shake Sylvia’s hand, and we get pushed along in the direction of our own Justice Building. I get led to my room, and I plop down onto a chair and stare at the wall. Is this what it means to be in shock? Because I pretty much feel numb, and everything else feels miles away. Even as my parents come in, and give some dumb speech about honor and making the district proud. Even as my younger sister comes and tells me I have to win, if for no reason other than to just get to come home. Even as my best friend, Clark, comes in and jokingly tells me he’s glad it at least wasn’t him, and shoves our friendship necklace from when we were like seven into my hands, and tells me to wear it in the arena. Through it all, I feel absolutely nothing. I say my goodbyes, promise to do my best, and then go back to staring at the wall. It’s the same thing after each visitor. Because I have a sinking feeling in my chest, that no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I’m not going to make it out of that arena alive.