User blog comment:District12-Tributes/My Hunger Games/@comment-4951814-20120612172831

D2 Reapings

Shamrock Harrison

I wait in the square as the crowds are cheering on. The rush of excitement floods through my veins as I wonder what will happen today. A voulenteer no doubt. Suddenly, the Escourt is onstage and the people behind me give out a loud roar, then are completely silent as the Escourt, I didn't bother to listen to her name, plucked a simple slip from the glass bowls. She opens her mouth, but desperate screams of girls overcomes her voice, even with the microphone. I sigh, I've had enough of this. I grab the knife I keep in my boot and throw it at the stand. Girls shriek and I step up. "I think that I'm your tribute," I say with a smile.

Will post the other POV 2morrow :)