Reaping Day. District Two's favourite time of year. Where we overworked psychos volenteer ourselves for The Hunger Games. In case you didn't know, The Hunger Games is where one boy and one girl from each District gets chosen to fight until death. When there is only one person left, they become the victor. That's not even the worst part. It's televisied so all can see the blood, guts and gore fly across the arena. But let me get this straight out now, I am one of those overworked psychos that spent the last seven years training for this montrous event. I want to represent my district and kill all the other stupid wimps that happen to be put in the arena with me. Of course my "buddy" from my district will be my ally. They'll get the glory of helping me spill blood from all live in that arena. I'll be lucky if a twelve-year-old gets picked today at the reaping. It's my turn to volenteer for them (FINALLY!). There are over two thousand twelve-year-olds in the Reaping Ball, so I am hoping for the best.
Before we continue, my name is Kynda Daxison. I'm eighteen years old and my mother Frednica and father Jedidiah have always hated The Hunger Games. So much so that I wasn't allowed to watch the games. I always rebelled and snuck out to my best friend's house. His name is Damiean Crieff but we aren't in a relationship, before you make accusations. Damiean isn't allowed to volenteer yet as he is only seventeen but he gets to volenteer for the fourteen year olds next year, which he's looking forward to. He can throw a sword at an apple a hundred metres away. We always compare how ready we are for the games.
I wear my best clothes for the reaping, even though District 1 are wealthier than us. I still want to look cool and rich on the telly. My younger brother Sigma turns twelve next year; he has never watched the Hunger Games because my stupid parents wouldn't let him. They never let me either, as I mentioned before, but I'm far more rebellious than Sigma. I hope he gets picked for the Hunger Games and he just gets a sword through his brain but that's 'frowned upon' thinking in my house. Sappy parents.
We stand in our large city square, thousands of children and parents, cheering and chatting away to themselves. Many people bet on who will be picked, or who will volenteer. No one ever wins those bets; there are so many of us. Our Capitol Representitve trots across the stage in her high pink heels, long pink hair in a large tower like Marge Simpon.
"Welcome to the 61st Annual Hunger Games! I am sure you are all as excited as I am about this year's games. However before we start, we would like to show you a little video, all the way from the Capitol." Invincia Hally is our representive's name. She is a tall thin woman, with a squeaky Capitol accent. I tell you now, it wouldn't be a shame to put her in the Hunger Games. The video drew to a close and Invinica started talking again.
"Now for the Reaping. Ladies first." She tip-toed across the stage to the Reaping Ball.
"Diamond Cross." All eyes turned one a small girl heading to the stage. My face lit up. She was TWELVE! Perfect! I quickly darted down the small split between genders.
"I volenteer in the place of Diamond Cross!" I screamed, still running. Invincia pointed Diamond back down the stairs and the Peacekeepers led me to the stage.
"Your name?" Invincia asked.
"Kynda Daxison"
"Well, I'm glad to see the young people of the District are so enthusiastic. Now for the boys." She continued. She waddled back over to the other side of the stage and pulled out a name.
"Damiean Crieff.