TwilightMoonZ
Name : India Wayler

Gender : female

Age : 13

District : 2

Appearance : Dark waist length black hair. Crystal blue eyes with emerald green streaks. Freckles. Button nose. Rose red lips. 5'0.

Skills : Very flexible, good with design and a good knowledge with plants and animals.

Weapons : Duel Blades or Katana

Fear : Clowns

Tribute token : a platinum chain necklace with a 2 dangaling from it

Zombie appearance : Waist length grey hair. Black-Grey eyes. Freckles. Pale almost green lips.

Reaping

There I sat. Crying because my family had left me. They had left me when I was just an infant, put me on the street with some food and water. They did drop by every week to give me food until I was old enough to fend for myself.

But now was reaping day. I had no expensive clothing to wear, no shoes, no jewellery. Just a bunch of cloth that was tied together with strands of grass. I clothed myself and ate my breakfast that hardly filled my long lasting hunger.

You don't really get people such as I in district 2. I actually think I am the only one. I took a slow stroll to the center of the district where the reaping would be held.

There were one or two people who had already arrived, so it was a quick process of getting my finger pricked and being ushered into the 13 year old section. It took about 5 minutes until many people started to arrive.

Within the space of half an hour everyone was ready so Finicus Clinch sashayed onto stage.

"Hello everyone! It is that time of year again where all of you might have the chance of glory and fame. "

The crowd cheered.

"So, without further ado, I would like to welcome up our male tribute..."

His hand dipped into the bowl of names and pulled out a single note. The men were already getting ready to volunteer.

"Sameul Swithers"

He looked disappointed. He has been wanting to be in the games for ages but now that his name was called out, he wouldn't get the chance because there were so many volunteers. Being 18 he would never be able to volunteer again.

Many people volunteered.

And soon a handsome looking boy stepped up on stage. He didn't seem too happy.\

He looked about my age.

The mans hand hovered over the female bowl. His hand dipped in pulling out a name that said "India Wayler"

I walked casually up onto stage waiting for a volunteer.

"Well thats unusual. No volunteers? "

My heart sank as we were ushered away.

Train ride

I was pushed through the doors of the astounding train. My district partner ran up to me and said,

" 2 things. 1st thing we are going to stick together during the games. If one of us becomes a zombie, keep us safe. 2nd thing. I have your token. He pulled up my hair and clipped on a necklace. It was stunning. I was speechless. I thanked the boy and made my way to my room. MOOSE. It was... WOW.

On the bed lay a knee length red dress. It was plain and simple yet the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I got changed and lay on my bed. I dozed off. An hour later I was woken up for lunch by the boy.

He showed me to the dining cart and sat down with what I assumed was our mentor.

There was so much food that I had not finished tasting everything even when we got to the Capitol. I had never eaten this much in my life. I was just leaving the train when the boy came up to me.

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked.
"Ben. Ben Wayler."