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DISTRICT 1 REAPING

SLEEK POWERS age 18

I woke up with a feeling of excitement seeping into my body. Today was THE DAY. My day to bring honour to the powers family! I would win the games! I was sure of it. My body tingled with excitement as I showered. My father , Atraxus powers was a capitol legend. He was the winner of the 30 th annual hunger games. My mother, Alexis powers had been a tribute in the arena of the 35 th annual hunger games. she was the love of my father's life. She was his soul mate. I had been two at the time she had volunteered. But sadly, she had died a gruesome death in the arena. my father bought me up. He toughened my heart and told me to win for my mother. I would repeat my priorities like a mantra to myself. I have to win! I would leave no stone unturned. I wiped out all my weaknesses by training hard. I became a level headed career with a blood thirsty demeanour. I built walls around my heart. I excelled in archery, fencing and trapping. I became an accomplished survivor and a hunter. I had the mind of a fox and the stealth and the grace of a cheetah. My physical appearance was another valuable asset. The district girls would swoon when they would look into my baby blue eyes. My short blond hair and my fair skin added to my beauty. I was of an average stature with a fantastic muscular build. I ate my breakfast with a calm mind . I dressed myself in a navy blue shirt and black pants. I put on the brooch that had our family crest on it and adorned my wrist with a diamond watch. I then left my house for the reaping. I signed in and shared a look with my father who was mentoring this year . he nodded at me and I could see the expression in his eyes. I recalled his words to me , " my son, I want you to volunteer and win and honour your late mothers memory. I want you to make it home. Be ruthless and just remember your training. I can't lose you too , you are the only family I have got."

Our escort, Wendy nelson welcomed us. We were shown a video about the dark ages and we stood in respect as the national anthem was played. She then reached for the reaping bowl and said "ladies first". A girl called Ivy mae kandry was reaped. Then came my turn. Before she could say the name of the person who was reaped. I confidently shouted," I volunteer!" I strode up to the stage with long strides and my head held high. A smirk gracing my lips , my chest puffed high and a menacing look in my eye I took my place beside the girl. I gave her a cold look as she shook hands with me. The crowd cheered for me.

We were then ushered into separate rooms for our goodbyes. My best friend Ian nelson came in . he said ," remember your training and please come home." I gave him my word . the peacekeepers took me to the train that would begin my journey for eternal glory and honour.

Ivy Mae Kandry age 16

"Ivy mae" my name represented my personality. I was old fashioned in thoughts and actions and would constanly lean on my family for support and help like the ivy plant. I had a sunny persona and a blooming and growing mind just like the flowers that would bloom under the sun in the month of may. On the account of this, my middle name was "mae" derived from the month " may".

I brushed my long coppery tresses . I had deep chocolate brown eyes and a spread of freckles on my olive skin. I donned my reaping outfit, a deep brown dress with knee boots and an amethyst "luck " pendant. Today was the reaping day as well as my sixteenth birthday. Today would be a happy day if I didn't get reaped. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I wouldn't last a day in the arena. I had a slender build as I was an aspiring ballet dancer. I was not your typical bloodthirsty district 1 girl career. I hated the games and the gloom of death that they bought. These games have cut so many lives short. I was an only child to a father who worked in the factory that produced fancy diamond combs to adorn the hair of a capitol woman . my family was middle class. My mother is a compassionate housewife. My family and I are anti-capitolists. I was training as a dancer while girls my age were learning new ways of ending other's lives. I was compassionate, they did not have a shred of love in their bodies. I was the odd duck in my district. I was looked down upon.

Bringing my thoughts in order, I left my house with my parents and headed towards the square. I signed in . we waited as the escort made her speech and picked out a piece of paper containing the name of the unfortunate soul who was about to lose their life in this manslaughter. I was reaped . I was that unfortunate soul. A few tears escaped my eyes as I walked up the stage. I could hear the taunts and the snickers. I was destined to die. Then came my vicious district partner with that horrid cold gleam in his eye. I shuddered as we shook our hands. His name was Sleek Powers. His family had bred victors for generations. I just abhorred him.

I was ushered into a room where my parents came in . my mom told me, "ivy don't lose hope, try to make it home, we love you." My father just locked me in a tight embrace. I choked back my tears as I watched them leave. I was then ushered into a train that would lead me to my destined gloom.