Heather Wood's POV
While I threw a knife at the target, striking right, smack in the middle. I smirked when the boy I trained with looked stunned as he watched my. I flipped my ponytail, that was then carried into a braid, around and twisted it on my finger. Beside me, I saw my friend, Lillona Fresky, come to my side and look at the knife in glory. She smirked at me and I did the same back at her. Lillona's chin-length, light brown hair dangled by her ears. On the first day of training, Lillona cut her long, flowing, pretty hair with a knife because it was annoying. She begs me to do the same; however, I deny the request with pure attitude.
"Nice shot," I heard the trainer, "Rock", say. His jet black hair reflected the lights above us. "Now which one of you ladies are volunteering for the second Hunger Games to honor District Two. Anyone?"
I raised my hand, feeling eyes roll onto me. Back in District Two, people gossiped about volunteering to be a heroic and suicide idea. Though I was only sixteen, I knew I had the strengths of any warrior. One, is I could lie easily. Probably, I could get some Careers to come with me on the way, promising not to kill them, then do kill them. Knowing from experience, I am a pretty good liar. With that ability, I can easily get anyone on my side with one, simple heck of a lie. Once I raised my hand, Rock called on my, "Heather Wood, eh? Lemme see your records," he flipped through his clipboard then pointed at something on his paper. He sighed then smiled at me sinisterly, "Very nice, Wood. I think you might have some chances, here."
"Thank you, Rock," I dipped my head then moved back to Lillona.
"Ladies," Rock looked at all the girls, "I suggest you go home."
Quickly, Lillona and I walked out of the door to go and find something to do while we waited. On the way home, we decided to go to our friend's house. We went to Darlie's house, who is a sixteen year old, small girl. When she opened the door, the first thing I noticed was Darlie's dark blonde hair. She smiled at us, her navy blue shift dress moving freely as she did. Darlie had her hair in two braids and wore pearl earrings to go with it. She had a bird pin on her chest, implanted within her dress.
Darlie welcomed us, "Hey guys! How did training go?"
"Great," I answered her, stepping in the dimly lit home.
"It was 'great' until someone said she was going to volunteer," Lillona rolled her eyes.
"Heather?!" Darlie's eyes grew large. "Heather! Why would you do this?"
"Geez, you two," I narrowed my eyes. "I am a Career! I am gonna make it!"
"Well, you are good," Lillona nodded her head. She came over to Darlie, who looked deeply depressed. She began rubbing her shoulders, sweetly saying, "It's gonna be okay. You should see her training, Darlie. It's fantasic!"
As I watched the two, I began to look at the antiques Darlie held in her house. While I did this, I hummed to myself. I picked through the shelves, wiping the dust off some antiques Darlie had. I sighed once a piece of lint wouldn't come off, then heard Darlie's home phone ring. Once it stopped, I knew it was Darlie's mom who picked it up, since the mom's sweet voice answered, "Phillip residence speaking, how can I help you?" Seconds later, Mrs. Phillip came to tell us, "Sorry Heather, your mom just called for you to come home. Darlie, you will see her at the reaping."
"Alright, mom," Darlie rolled her eyes and moved from where Lillona lovingly massaged her. She came over to me, giving me a sweet, tight hug. Obviously, anyone would be able to tell she was scared for me. She didn't want me to go. Darlie rubbed my back, and I awkwardly moved myself out of the way. She grinned, trying to hide what was behind her deep, blue eyes. From the tears, it looked like sadness hid. Pure sadness.
Lillona looked at me, sitting on the wall. She gave me an awkward pat on the back then said to me, "See you later, Heather. I know you will win. I might even see you before you leave, remember?"
I smiled back at her then left my best friends. When I reached my house, I entered the bathroom. I found my mother brushing her hair, that looked just like me. She smiled at me, gave me a hug, then stroked my long hair. Her royal blue dress fit her nicely, giving my mom her natural beauty that most men found attractive. Even though she was older, Mother looked like she was eighteen. It was awkward to see men looking at her, who were actually in their twenties or something. When I looked down from her brilliant eyes, Mother asked me, "How was training? Who's going to volunteer for the games this year?" While I sat there silently, Mother knelt down to see my face. She now was serious, "Who volunteered?" Silence. "Who?"
Finally, I shyly answered her pretty face, "I volunteered. I want to prove that my training was worth it. Why did you put me here if I were to only use it for a personal game? I want to use it for an actual game. I know I'll win, so why not try, eh?" She was silent and I just went on, "I am sorry. I just wanted to show you, Father, Thor, and Brutus I could do it. I promise I'll win."
"Honey," Mother moved my side bangs behind my ear, "you know this is a threat to your life?" I nodded. "A threat to your future?" Slowly, I nodded once more. "And a threat to your own family?" Now, I didn't nod. I couldn't lie, nor could I show the truth. Both would be coward-like. So, I didn't do anything. Obviously, she took the truth, "It is. You have to be careful and you have to win these games. Kill as many as you can." She sighed and laughed nervously, "I cannot believe I just ordered you to kill. Ha!"
I smiled, barely showing an expression as much as I could. I kissed her head, reminding myself of old times. Then, I heard my eleven year old brothers storm into the bathroom like a riot. Luckily, Thor and Brutus couldn't enter the games just yet. They had one more year, and enjoyed their life nicely. They both had dark brown hair like my Father, and carried down my mother's brilliant eyes. Thor came to me, "I didn't know you were going into the Hunger Games! Brutus, did you hear? Wow! Our sis is gonna be a victor of the second Hunger Games!"
"Yup," I smirked. "See you two." Quickly, I raced into my room and put on my silver locket, which was going to be my token. When I put on my nicely patterned blouse and slipped on my navy blue skirt that caught anyone's attention. Once I got out, I brushed my long hair that reached my waist. Once it was finished, I kissed my dad and mom goodbye.
Once the reaping introduction ended, I heard the lady announce to the crowd in her peppy voice, "Rosaline Emarie." It was a red-haired girl from the twelve year old section. She looked scared out of her pale yellow dress, so I came up to save the girl's life.
"I volunteer! I am Heather Wood, age sixteen!" I shouted to the crowd. "I am a Career and wish to volunteer for this poor girl! Let me win for her!"
Relieved, the girl sat back down in her group. I raced up to the stage, standing next to the Capitol host. She hugged me, making me feel closed in and freaked out. Below, I saw Darlie crying and Lillona staring at me. I knew they were going to be excited when I got home. The Capitol lady introduced me to the crowd then went to pick the boy tribute out. To pick my opponent. To pick a boy's fate.