Theo James - District 2

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I smear more shaving cream on my jawline, making sure I'm cleanly shaven for the reaping. I don't know for sure if I'll be chosen this year, but I have this weird feeling...

I walk out of my bathroom to retrieve my suit and tie from my bedroom. I know it may be a little flashy but hey, if I get chosen at least they know I have money, and the sponsors like flashy. I strip off my pajamas and put on my nice clothes for the day. After I look back in the mirror to see if I missed anymore patches of hair on my face I go downstairs for breakfast.

I sit down to toast with jam, eggs, bacon, grits, pancakes and coffee. So a normal breakfast. My father is reading the newspaper and my mom is no where to be seen. Most likely getting out of her baking outfit and into her dress for the day.

I take a sip of my coffee, not bothering to add any sugar or cream. I prefer my coffee black, especially on excruciating days like this. I spear my fried egg with my fork and eat it whole, careful not to spill any yolk on my outfit.

"You look sharp, son." Father says to me, folding the paper and taking a sip of his coffee.

"Thank you," I say, wiping my greasy-bacon fingers on my cloth napkin.

My mom walks in, sniffling. "Mom, are you okay?" I ask, turning my chair to face her. "Deborah, are you alright?" My dad says, standing up to comfort her.

"It's just..." She says, wiping away a falling tear. "Jamie, and-" she breaks down crying again. Jamie was my older sister, but she died in a previous games. My mom still has nightmares. She wasn't fully trained, and was only fourteen. I was twelve at the time.

Anyways, I'm fully trained so my mom has nothing to worry about. I just want to avenge Jamie's death.

"I know it's a hard day mom," I say, also standing up and putting my hand on her shoulder. "But even if I go into that arena, I'm going to come home. I'm fully trained and I'm ready for this. I need to avenge Jamie's death." She just nods her head, then blows her nose in her handkerchief.

My dad drives me to the Town Square for the reaping and I get my finger pricked. They scan my blood then let me stand by the other eighteen year olds.

I stand, waiting with my hands in my pockets and listen to the nonsense our escort, Cher Dawyslin has to say about the games. When she starts walking to the girls reaping bowl is when I start to listen.

"The woman representing District 2 in the 128th annual Hunger Games shall be," she unfolds the paper. "Selena Gomez!" A venomous girl from the seventeen year old section struts on stage. She has black hair and golden brown eyes. I can tell behind her beauty that she would kill anyone without hesitation.

"Now, onto the men." Cher says, strutting over to the boys reaping bowl. "The young man who is going to the arena this year is..." She smiles. "Theo James!" I slowly push through the crowd to the walkway and walk up to the stage, hands still in my pockets, and peacekeepers following my closely behind.