Chapter One: Priscilla and Salem Dizastru
Priscilla sat down next to her twin brother, Salem. They were getting ready for the reaping, not as excited as most of the other district 9 people. From what the President of Panem had talked about it, they thought it was ludicrous. "Are you as nervous as I am, Salem?" Priscilla asked her brother. "What do you mean?" He asked. Salem understood his sister, but he had no idea of why she was nervous. "I mean, what if it's us? What if we -of all District Nine- get chosen? We're hopeless, if we get reaped. I don't mean to be doubtful, but..." She trailed off, looking away from her brother. "Seriously, our last name means 'disaster' in Russian. Doesn't that mean something to you?" She continued, looking back at him. "Well, now that you mention it, I guess so, 'Sill."Salem said, taking his sister's hand and looking into her deep, yellow eyes that looked just like his. "Good luck. If you go in, I am going with you, because if you die, I don't think I'll be able to live with myself for not being able to save you." Salem continued, tears filling both of their eyes. They may not have been identical, but they were identical at heart.
"Come on, you two! It's time to go!" They're mother shouted from the kitchen. "We're coming!" They shouted from their room. Salem and Priscilla ran down the steps, almost tripping over their own feet.
They had celebrated their twelfth birthday, a little less than three days before. That was supposed to be a happy day, but Priscilla only seemed to think about what the Hunger Games will be like. Just in case, one of them got picked.
"I feel we should pick the ladies first" The hostess of the reaping, Emilia Eriisark began to announce. She had the frilly, Capitol accent that just got on the nerves of everyone in District 9. Salem nudged his sister's arm. "How annoying. Thank God we don't live there." He whispered to his sister and they snickered, while Emilia was yapping. "And our female tribute with the honor of representing District Nine is... Priscilla Dizastru!" Emilia shouted into the mic. Priscilla was stunned, amazed, and horrified. She slowly walked up to the platform, the lights shining in her eyes as she stood next to the hostess.