I woke up crying, I felt that if everything in my body has stopped moving. I heard a scream coming from my brother. "Be quit Zac, or else our neighbors will complain!" I yelled at him, he was crying because the day had come, The Reaping.
It seemed like it had come by so fast. The Reaping is where they choose one boy and one girl to fight in an arena to the death. I personally think that it is cruel to do that. There are twelve districts and twenty-four kids in it. It goes through the ages twelve to eighteen. This year is Zac's first year in The Reaping.
My name is Jake Thompson, brother of Zac Thompson. I walked up to Zac and laid our outfits for The Reaping on the bed. "Don't worry Zac, you won't get picked, your name is only in the bowl two times" "But what about you! Your name is in there eighteen times!" The only reason I'm in there is because I have to feed the family.
As I walked up to my friends houses I started to wonder, what if they get picked? They wouldn't stand a chance. "Hey, Jake!" Dylan my friend had popped out of the bushes like a ghost, because I couldn't see him. "Do not do that again, and aren't you just so excited about The Reaping?" We started walking towards our other friends house, John, and hopefully he doesn't try to scare me as much as Dylan did.
I knocked on the door and his mom answered. "He's out playing in the woods" His mom said. That was usually code for "He's out hunting for food "We both walked over to the "So called electric fence" And we climbed through the spot that wasn't electrified.
We only had three more hours until The Reaping came. I walked up to a bush and I grabbed my throwing knifes and I watched as Dylan grabbed his bow and arrows. We heard a branch snap and we quickly ran over to it. "John!" Dylan whispered very loudly. "What the hell. Dylan!" He yelled like he was furious at Dylan and I.
We returned to each others homes and each of us had two squirrels. "Jake" Said Zac "Ya Zac?" "What if I get picked? What'll happen?" He replied "Well you will go to the arena and then try your heart out to survive" I heard my mom walk into the room and she told us how we would never get picked.