District 12 female tribute (Filipo97)

Name: Kydler Green

Age: 13

District: 12 coal mining

Family: abandoned her

Description: a little on the short side, but a fast runner. Long crow black hair and green eyes and olive ish skin.

Relationship: Merp

Weapon: throwing knives and bow

Intro:

The reaping was the day I was left behind.

I woke up in an empty house. All of our belongings had been gone for awhile; we owed that much. And if we didn't find money, we'd owe the house. And then ourselves to slavery.

My mother picked up three jobs and I had also picked up a couple. My brothers went to the meadow to pick flowers they could sell.

But I never thought they'd abandon me.

What happened to "Family comes first?" Or "No man left behind?" My mother and three brothers couldn't live out in the wild. In fact, my mom couldn't even handle the triplets for ten minutes.

Oh god. How was my family going to live?

Wait, why did I even care? They didn't care enough to take me with. They obviously didn't want me with them. So why did I care if they go?

Because you're not them.

Oh right, of course my stupid conscious had to remind me that I cared more about other people than they did for me. Great.

I got up and changed into my only pair of clothes, the one outfit I had saved from the tax collectors. It was a dress I had for a few years. This was only my second reaping but I knew that I had to dress up. The bell rang just as I finished brushing my hair. I slipped into flats and ran out into the crowd.

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I took my place between the strangers and looked up at Effie Trinket, the 12 escort, as she started the same speech she does every year. I sucked on my finger the entire time. The pinprick hurt more than last year.

When both the speech and the video, which I'm not going to bother detailing because it's well-known every year what routine the districts go through, Effie made her way over to the glass bowl containing the girls' names. She patted down her ashy gray dress that don't quite match her white wig before sticking her hand in the bowl and picking a slip almost instantly. She opened it and read out two words, one name.

"Kydler Greene!"

I didn't care, and I'm sure it must have shown on my face as I walked up to the stage. What had I left to live for? My family left me without a care in the world, I had no friends because no one cared to be around such a snarky person, and I had to work my tush off to live in the district. Why not let some deserving person live from my death?