Lines. Lines of cats, looking anxiously at the reaper, their eyes each brimming with tears. But not one. One cat was not afraid. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked intently at the happy reaper. Too happy to send cats to their death where they would surely never see their family again. That was not what said cat focused on, though. He focused on her fishbowl of little papers with the names of cats on them. The names of cats specifically from District Six, for that was where the cat was. Some of those little papers had /his/ name on them. And he was determined for her to pull out his name. Bullet Woods was fourteen years old. He had been training for one year, harder than he had ever trained before in his entire life. It was for Okeetee. It was for revenge on all those who had wronged his dead idol. He had trained in jiu-jitsu and taekwondo. He had trained in swimming, for the arena of round seven was islands that needed strong swimmers to cross onto each one. And, of course, he had gone to voice lessons, for singing was truly his passion. Bullet looked at the reaper with such seriousness in his eyes that it made it seem as if the harder he looked, the better chance he had to be reaped. And simply by luck, he was. A broad smile spread across his face as the reaper announced his name. “Bullet Woods, District Six,” she called, her smile never fading. Those simple words made Bullet overjoyed. But as he was walking away, he looked back. None of his siblings had been reaped with him. He was alone to fight in the Hunger Games. Just as any real hero would, he pushed away his fears. He pushed away his sadness. Although it was only that he tried to. They had comforted him in his times of despair. When Okeetee had died and he was a sobbing mess, stuck in his bed every day and every night. They had been there for him when he was picked on for asking cats to join his Okeetee Fanclub. And they had been the only members. Just as he experienced the feeling that he had been waiting for for so long, he felt sudden disappointment. It was not as he had wanted it to be. It was sad. Everybody’s reaping was sad. And it seemed that even his would be, too.
lol this is so short but i had like 2 minutes
