A/N: Hey guys I'm going to try writing this story as a SYOT type story, just without the submitting part, because if I give up, everyone won't yell at me. :)

Reaping Day

Isabel Poletta (15) District 9 POV

By the time I wake up, I can hear the whole house bustling to get ready, just like every other day except today; you can feel the anxiety in the air. I sleepily walk out of my room over to the kitchen a sit down in my chair next to my sister Sophia.

"You nervous?" I ask her as she nibbles on her tiny bit of cereal she has every day.

"Who wouldn't be?" she snaps back. It's her first time so I don't blame her. She's twelve and it's her first reaping.

"I know." I mumble. "Come on, I'll help you get ready, the reaping's in an hour."

"Yup!" she peeps.

We scramble down the hallway back to our bedroom and rip through our drawers to find something decent to wear. Sophia pulls out a purple skirt with a dark blue shirt which actually looks pretty cute on her. I'm so proud! If there's one thing to know about me, I'm OBSESSED with clothes because, frankly, nobody in this district knows how to dress. It kills me. But I'm not that twit that thinks she's better than everyone else because I do all my schoolwork before I start matching outfits. I pull out my favorite blue dress and run into the bathroom to change.

Once my sister and I were ready, our family of four left the house and began our journey across town to the reapings.

"Hey," "Hi," we mumble as families rush past us to get a seat as far in the back as possible so they can easily drift off during the treaty of treason.

As we arrive in the town square, almost all of the seats are filled with kids nervously awaiting their fate. Sophia and I wave goodbye to mom and dad and I bring Sophia to the twelve year old section then take my seat next to my fellow fifteen year-olds. My friend Katie soon comes over and we start talking.

"Hey, why are you so nervous? Your name is only in their four times, just like me. We have nest to no chance compared to all of the poor kids who have like fifty slips of paper." I tell her.

"Ya I know but there still is a chance it could be me or you," she says. I shrug it off as the mayor of district nine walks on stage and begin to recite the treaty of treason.

After what seemed like hours, are boringly normal mayor walks to the back of the stage and takes his seat right back in between our newest victor, Trent, who won the 105th hunger games fifteen years ago and our escort Sebastian. Trent is actually pretty normal compared to our other two victors and doesn't really seem fazed from his experience in the Hunger Games. Sebastian however is like every other escort, annoying and bubbly.

Once the mayor has settled in, he walks over to the pink-tinted reaping bowl and shoved his hand inside of it. As his hand shuffled around in the bowl, I prayed it wasn't Sophie or Katie

It wasn't.

It was me.

Jack Spakauskus (16) District 10 POV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My hand slams down on the clock, silencing it. I had already been up for hours anxiously awaiting what my fate would be. For some reason I know that they are going to pick my name out of the reaping bowl. I know that have the same chance that I have as everyone else in the district but I just have that gut feeling.

I get up and right away change out of my sweats and into my reaping clothes and go out to tend to the animals. Oh and its six in the morning.

I make my ways downstairs, making sure not to wake up my mom or my sister. I pull on my work boots and smock and trot across the fields to the stables and begin to milk my favorite cow, Dylan.

"Do you think I'll get chosen for the Hunger Games, Dyl?" She moos in response and I squirt more milk into my bucket. But suddenly I realize that I don't even need to be here because of the reaping. I make my way back up to the house and as soon as I get there, my mother shoves a piece of bread into my hands and spins us around to our horse and carriage. I push my sister Emily on first and my mother follows nervously behind.

I clamber onto our horse named Messu as mom and Emily take their seats. I flick the reins gently and we begin our journey away from our ranch to the center of the District.

Emily and mom chat anxiously about me as they calculate my chances of being picked with the rest of the boys in our district. Emily is nineteen so she is exempt from the reaping from now on.

"Maybe that boy that's Jack's age who has the six brothers and sisters; I see him going home with grain and oil all the time! He MUST have enough tesserae to almost completely rule out Jack's chances!" I hear my mother exclaim.

See, my name is only in the reaping bowl five times because my sister was the one who took all of the tesserae in our family. She was even reaped two years ago, but a girl volunteered in her place to protect her twelve year old brother who was also reaped the same year. The pair made it to the final eight, but were ruthlessly murdered by the pair from two during the feast.

As we made it to the town square, we were one of the first ones there but we still split up anyways.

After an hour of sitting by myself, like everyone else here, the reaping began with the mayor walking up to the stage to recite the treaty of treason. Once he had finished, our escort ran up to the stage and did not even bother to introduce himself and dove his hand into the pink bowl (He's new from last year).

"LINNEA BUDD!" He exclaimed.

A young looking girl walked on stage looked as if she was about to burst into tears. The escort went over to the male reaping bowl.

"JACK SPAKAUSKUS!"

I hear my mother yell in the background.

Oh no.

CJ Ward (15) District 6 POV

"GET UP!" I hear my mother scream from the hallway.

Oh right. Reaping day. The one day of the year where we actually have to get up early.

My brother and I have been home schooled all of our lives and our mom lets us sleep in every day. She isn't exactly a morning person.

I walk across the room to shake my brother Cameron awake so we can face our mother together.

"I'm up, I'm up." He says groggily as he jumps out of bed.

We both change into our matching gray button down shirt, pants with our black ties and belt. I follow Cam out of our room and into the hallway as I see our step-sister Melissa in her favorite red evening gown.

"What are you dweebs wearing?" she asks in her annoying girlish voice. I walk past her into the kitchen where my other step-sister and step-brother are waiting for us along with my mother and step-dad. Michelle and David, my step-siblings, aren't dressed up because they are exempt from the reaping like Melissa will be next year. We eat our breakfast in almost complete silence, but my step-dad tries to start a conversation but it's going no where.

"Time to go!" He exclaims and pushes us all out of our apartment into the hallway, down the stairs and right into the town square. Most of the people of the district are already there so we all split up and manage to find a seat in our designated sections.

Right as I sit down the mayor walks up to the microphone, taps it, which makes this awfully loud shrieking noise which makes everyone flinch. I scowl in disgust, and he eventually gets on with his speech.

The guy next to me has literally fallen asleep, slouching onto my shoulder. I'm about to push him on the ground as a Peacekeeper comes over and shocks him with an electrified poking stick. I don't even notice the escort coming onstage but I do hear the name called.

"Emma Roy!" She says, and I hear several gasps all around and see a very precious looking girl coming up onto the stage that barely looks twelve. The escort looks disappointed with the pick as well. Everyone knows that she doesn't have much of a chance, but no one is willing to risk their live to take her place.

The escort walks over to the blue reaping bowl and picks a piece of paper

"CJ WARD!"

I walk up to the stage and begin violently shaking. I know I have to stop but I can't. I never thought that it would be me!

Our escort makes Emma and I shake hands and smile for the camera before we are taken away to the Justice building where we will have one hour to say goodbye to everyone I love.


A/N: YAY! Goodbyes are next!