The Reaping

On our next day of Hunger Games countdown, I have something special. I am writing a fan-fiction, I wrote one of my characters into a hunger games scenario. I'm posting the first part right now.
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Chapter 1

Reaping Day

I held my breath, watching as Effie Trinket reached her hand into the glass bowl. I stared as she ruffled her hand around. She grabbed a paper and pulled it out.

            “Lilith Prodossess!” she called cheerfully. I heard a family groan in the background. Lily was their daughter.

            “Hello, Lilith,” Effie said as a girl with blue eyes and blonde hair walked up to the platform. I recognized her from when I was walking to the Reaping. She had explained the entire thing to me.

            My name is Tyler Dreamvine. I’m from a place called Raplishite. But I woke up this morning, the morning of the Reaping, in the Seam. It was unusual because everyone looked so much alike. But I stood out, my dirty blond hair and bright green eyes marking me as different. I walked to the Reaping, not knowing a thing about what was happening. I stood in line with the other 17-year-old boys and prayed to Yesemiah that I wouldn’t get chosen.

            Effie reached her hand into a different bowl, this one with the boys’ names on them.

            “Tyler Dreamvine!” she called. I stood up straight and walked toward the strange woman. I wanted to hear a cry in the distance, to know that I had a family here, but I knew there wasn’t going to be one. I didn’t belong here. I belonged in the past.

            “Nice to meet you, Tyler. I don’t think you’ve ever been to the Reaping before. I would have remembered such beautiful green eyes,” Effie said. I nodded then stood next to Lily.

            “Thank you for coming to the Reaping. Don’t forget to watch the Hunger Games!” Then Effie turned and walked into the Justice Building.

            “Congratulations, District 12 Tributes,” she said when we got into the building.

            “Hello, Effie,” I said.

            “Hello Tyler. Now tell me about yourself. I have never heard of such a peculiar name, or such bright, piercing eyes.” I was about to launch into my full history, but the scars on my back started to burn. I knew revealing my history here would be a mistake, so I remained quiet.

            “Well, Tyler? I’m waiting.” I sighed.

            “I don’t remember,” I shrugged. And why not? My past was fading anyway. I could barely remember what my girlfriend looked like, and I couldn’t even remember what my best friend looked like. I couldn’t remember if I had parents, or family. My past was rapidly fading, only to be replaced with a false past that took place here, in District 12.

            “Amnesia, huh? This will be a very exciting year!” she said happily. Then she led us to the rooms where family could visit us. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but when a knock sounded on the door, I opened it. A young girl was standing there.

            “Hello, Tyler. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I wanted to say, welcome to District 12. I’ve never seem you before, so I brought cookies.” Katniss, who looked about seven or eight, handed me a basket.

            “Thank you, Katniss. Would you like to stay here for a minute?” Katniss nodded and sat on the couch.

            “Where do you come from?” Katniss asked. “You aren’t from around here.”

            “I don’t know,” I said. My past was fading even more rapidly. “I just woke up here this morning.” Katniss nodded her head.

            “I know. I saw you sleeping in the street. I wish you knew where you were from. I would get to learn about places outside of Panem.” I nodded. I understood what she meant.

            “I think I can show you something special, Katniss. Something to make up for not remembering where I’m from.” I closed my eyes and felt the life in the room. There was mold in the walls, and seeds under the floors. I focused on the seeds and they sprouted, growing long vines that wrapped around the room. I then focused on the fruit of the plant and made it grow, spelling the name Katniss in bright red berries. Katniss stared, shocked. I laughed.

            “How did you do that?” she asked.

            “Why else would my name be Dreamvine?” I replied. Katniss nodded.

            “You must come from a special place.”

            “Yeah,” I sighed. “I guess I do.”