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Early in the morning, and the District was already busy. Usually, around this time was when all the miners would be making their way to the mines for another day of work. But today, it was a different kind of activity that made the District seem both eerie and festive all at once. Sure, it wasn't a fun festive feeling, it was more of a depressing one-- you know, like the get togethers that people have after someone dies and they act like they are enjoying talking about memories and future plans? The heavy, overwhelming feeling that went along with that was just how this day felt every year.
School was canceled, work was canceled, businesses were closed for most of the day...all because of the reaping. The day that the Capitol looked forward to all year, and the day that most of the districts feared the most. The day that two kids were going to be chosen to go and die for the treason that their ancestors committed. That was all it was for District Twelve at least, nobody ever came home. Just empty caskets after their death was broadcasted on national, live, television. Haymitch Abernathy, the …show more content…
It was never new, it was always the same. Showing ruins of District Thirteen, explaining the treaty that put the Hunger Games in place...it was always the same and it never made the games seem any better. On the stage was a mic, two stands with a glass bowl on top, and three chairs. In one chair, Mayor Undersee sat there, and then beside him sat the Capitol escort-- Effy Trinket. Each year she wore a different themed outfit, this year her skin was a powdery white color, her hair was silver and was curled and pinned up, then she wore a puffy white dress, with silver heels to match. Then the third chair was still
I'm so stoked for this book! Be sure to vote, comment, and add you your reading list!
Stay classy!
_________
Early in the morning, and the District was already busy. Usually, around this time was when all the miners would be making their way to the mines for another day of work. But today, it was a different kind of activity that made the District seem both eerie and festive all at once. Sure, it wasn't a fun festive feeling, it was more of a depressing one-- you know, like the get togethers that people have after someone dies and they act like they are enjoying talking about memories and future plans? The heavy, overwhelming feeling that went along with that was just how this day felt every year.
School was canceled, work was canceled, businesses were closed for most of the day...all because of the reaping. The day that the Capitol looked forward to all year, and the day that most of the districts feared the most. The day that two kids were going to be chosen to go and die for the treason that their ancestors committed. That was all it was for District Twelve at least, nobody ever came home. Just empty caskets after their death was broadcasted on national, live, television. Haymitch Abernathy, the …show more content…
It was never new, it was always the same. Showing ruins of District Thirteen, explaining the treaty that put the Hunger Games in place...it was always the same and it never made the games seem any better. On the stage was a mic, two stands with a glass bowl on top, and three chairs. In one chair, Mayor Undersee sat there, and then beside him sat the Capitol escort-- Effy Trinket. Each year she wore a different themed outfit, this year her skin was a powdery white color, her hair was silver and was curled and pinned up, then she wore a puffy white dress, with silver heels to match. Then the third chair was still