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Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means that you're one step closer to surviving. I'm Max. 16 years old, dirty blonde, and brown eyes. I "belong" to district 5. Our job is power. Electricity. But, what no one knows is district 5's dirty little secret. Only the capital knows, and the people of district 5. It's the reason that we make it a bit longer than other people from different districts in the Hunger Games. Okay, are you ready to know?
Are you sure?
Are you sure you're sure, because I'm about to spill my districts biggest secret, so this is pretty serious chiz.
Okay, here we go: almost everyone in the district is..um...well let's say different. And by different I mean, we're all geneticaly mutated. Yeah, I'll give you a second to let that sink in. Almost everyone's DNA is laced with the DNA of another amimal. The only problem is some of the mutations are more noticable than others. Like a lizard mixed with human. The poor guy now has a green tint to his skin, and his toung flickers out at you randomly. But, of course the Capitol can cover it up, instructing us to wear special clothes, and makeup to cover anything "unique" about us. God, I hate them so much. I hate President Snow, and everyone in the Capitol.
As for me, well...2% of bird DNA mixed with 98% of human, shake well, stir, add in a little spice and killer sarcasm and BOOM! the recipe for me. In other words I've got 14 foot wings slapped on my back. Today's reaping day, and we are instructed to wear out best. My mother comes in my room, carrying what looks like - ew gross- a dress. She's a doctor that tends to each person's special needs. In other words, if I broke a wing, she would be the doc. I would go to. Her name tag still hangs off her shirt, from wear she had to go in last night, and never took it off. It reads "Dr. Valencia Martinez, Rank 3". The ranking just tells you what type of doctor she is.
I sit up from my stiff bed and stretch, sending my mother an accusing glance for walking in on me and waking me up. "Get dressed please, we've got about and hour before the ceromony. We've got a big, and worrying day ahead of us." She smiles at me,though I can see her stressing at the fact that I or one of my siblings could be picked. She ruffles my hair a little before sittting the deep blue dress on my bed and leaving my room.
Little did I know how big and worring this day would be.