[92nd] The Reaping - District 7
Sept 26, 2022 21:34:54 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Sept 26, 2022 21:34:54 GMT -5
We were almost late.
It was not surprising, everyone knows that the Fawkes’ almost always show up late. They called it a chronic illness, but what they didn’t know was that Mother couldn’t be bothered so I was left to rally up the littles.
Reaping day was particularly bad. She was always busy making concoctions for the anxious parents and someone always injured themselves when contemplating climbing the fence. It was always one of the busiest days at the shop, so I was in charge of making sure everyone looked presentable enough to represent the family name.
It was particularly difficult today as tears were shed and hair was pulled. They were particularly rowdy and it took everything in me to not bring them in their pajamas with uncombed hair.
Unfortunately, mother would have my head.
So, I wrestled them all into their Reaping best and made sure their hair was nothing, but pristine. We looked like we were attending a party, not the imminent death of two children. We barely had enough time to sneak into the crowd of other children before anyone could notice we were late. I blinked once and the Escorts hand was already in the bowl.
”Mereddyd Fawkes”
An absolute butchering of my name.
Small gasps make their way among the attendees and the crowd breaks apart to let me through.
I blink once more and suddenly I am on the stage.
Part of me wishes we were late, then I would have missed my name echoing throughout the square. I would have missed the way my sisters clung to my legs. I would have missed the way all the air left my lungs and how my heart stopped beating.
I would have missed the opportunity to finally change my fate.
It may end up happy, but more than likely it would be a tragedy to tell through the ages. One of great sorrow about how only if she were late, she may have been able to escape.
But I finally get a say in how my story goes.
So, I muster up the biggest smile that I can and add as much strength in my voice as I can gather.
”Actually, it’s Mereddyd.”
I take my rightful place, head held high as if they have already placed a crown atop it.
And I wave, just like any queen does.( meredydd accepts her position as tribute )trip wall pic x