The shrill sound of an alarm shattered Maize’s concentration. She was so used to drowning out the machines of the Capitol that it became somewhat easy to get lost in her inventions. She began to slowly pack and hide away everything in sight. She moved fast, with the steadiness of a girl used to the routine and schedule. The life of a factory girl. Grab all the tools first and put them in the correct pockets of the belt. Collect the papers. Wrap the metals. Fold everything into the belt. Put belt roll into backpack. She slung the backpack over her yellow factory uniform and looked back onto the hideaway she had created for herself within the factory. She discovered 3 small spaces underneath some of the oldest factory machines almost three years ago. The small spaces made from wooden boards used to elevate the machines was the perfect discover so that she could work on the inventions. Such work is forbidden by the Capitol. The alarm wasn’t for her, it was obviously time for us to go to the reaping. She needed to find her brothers. 35 times in the reaping this year. It made her ache to think about 35 slips of paper with her name floating around a glass bowl, but the tesserae was sometimes the only thing on the dinner table. She crawled out from underneath the boards and fell into step with her coworkers to the Reaping. Along the way she stopped at her home to drop off the backpack. She wouldn’t see her brothers until the tributes were chosen. She had to go back out and stay with the women. She was the only girl with 5 brothers and her father. The Reaping was the only time a year Maize had to force herself around strangers. Maize got her finger pricked before entering the Inner Circle of District 9 and went to go stand on the right side of the circle with all of the 17 year old girls. She counted her brothers one by one, memorizing their faces before names were called. The annual Hunger Games video played, and Maize only focused on her brothers. When her name was called, she didn’t even hear it at first.
She slung the backpack over her yellow factory uniform and looked back onto the hideaway she had created for herself within the factory. She discovered 3 small spaces underneath some of the oldest factory machines almost three years ago. The small spaces made from wooden boards used to elevate the machines was the perfect discover so that she could work on the inventions. Such work is forbidden by the Capitol. The alarm wasn’t for her, it was obviously time for us to go to the reaping. She needed to find her brothers.
35 times in the reaping this year. It made her ache to think about 35 slips of paper with her name floating around a glass bowl, but the tesserae was sometimes the only thing on the dinner table. She crawled out from underneath the boards and fell into step with her coworkers to the Reaping. Along the way she stopped at her home to drop off the backpack. She wouldn’t see her brothers until the tributes were chosen. She had to go back out and stay with the women. She was the only girl with 5 brothers and her father. The Reaping was the only time a year Maize had to force herself around strangers.
Maize got her finger pricked before entering the Inner Circle of District 9 and went to go stand on the right side of the circle with all of the 17 year old girls. She counted her brothers one by one, memorizing their faces before names were called. The annual Hunger Games video played, and Maize only focused on her brothers. When her name was called, she didn’t even hear it at first.