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Amor's Perspective

My head was pounding. I opened my eyes to find I was on the ground. It had been another night of nightmares and bad dreams. Before I knew it I relized what day it was. Reaping Day. The dreaded day were we try to look nice, hopeing that even your best friend is picked before you and if you didnt get picked you had to watch the deaths on the big screens they shove in our face's each year. This was luckily my older brother Thomas's last year. He would never again drag himself awake only to hope not to die. But for my younger brother, Tyler , this was the year before he would start getting his name put in the reaping bowl.

Our dad always spoke of a girl who tried to stop this horrible thing, but her attempts only got her killed. I slowly got a dress on, the dress my mother wore to her reapings, now the dress I wear. I sat down in what you could say was a stool next to my brother. I ate my bread and a tad bit of meat we got by 'illegal' means. " So, are you worried your name will be drawn this year." My dad said looking me in the eye. He rarely had a clean face, today was one of those days.

"Well, yeah. With my name in their as much as it is. I mean I put my name in 4 extra times each year since I started so thats..." I counted with my fingers real quickly. " 11 times I think." I glanced at my coward of an older brother who as soon as I was able to made me put my name in for the food. My little brother looked up at me. He was so frail and tiny.

The time came to drag our feet outside and hope for the best. I looked over at my brothers I squeezed their hands and walked to were I was suppose to go and watched as they seperated. My heart was pounding. A man with brightly colored hair came up. I looked at my own red hair. He gave us that fake smile and spoke. " Today is the 99th annual hunger games. As always ladies first." The girl next to me grabed my hand as he spoke I just looked at her.

The man looked at the paper and smiled at the crowd. "Amor Lockington." When those words came out of his mouth the girl dropped my hand and stared at me. Time felt as though it had froze. I stepped out of the crowd as he said "Come up deary."

My legs felt like logs. Heavy and stiff. I walked up on the stage and looked at the crowd through teary burning eyes. Then he called the boys name. "Robur Lov." At that moment my heart stopped. My friend from child hood. Granted he was a year older. He was one of the few who actually understood my situation, he also lost his mother when he was young.

When he came up we just stared at each other. We had barely talked in a year, we were both busy with the job of caring and providing for our families. He walked to me grabed my hand, his eyes tearing up. We walked that all the way to where we were suppose to go. I hugged my dad and brothers extra long knowing I would either murder, or be murdered.

Not before long I was dragged on too a train, it was a nice train but the thought that it was taking me too my death made me puke.

Seths point of veiw

I was looking at the people in front of me. Some still had 6 more years of trecheras waiting. I only had 2 left. I looked around for my younger sister, she hated me.I looked for a minute but I couldn't see her.

The lady gave us a smile. " This is the 99th hunger games. Now as always I will draw the ladies first and may the odds be ever in your favor darlings. " She stuck her hand in and pulled out the name.

"Amanda Wright." Good, it wasn't my sister. She was safe for yet another year. I heard the wimpers of a young girl as she walked up on to the stage.

I watched as she slowly pulled out the boys name. She read it and smiled. "Seth Little." She menacely. I heard the scream of my mother. I turned too see she was being pulled away by the guards. My heart was pounding as I walked up to the stage. All I could hear was my blood rushing. "Come on dearys, shake hands." He sickly sugar sweet voice said.

I put out my hand as a little one occupied it. We walked off stage too where we were to go. My mom and my little sister came in. "Mom, please, please, please don't worry I'll be fine." I said hugging her. I felt as though I had lied to her. I watched as guards pulled her away. A tear almost fell down from my eye.

When we were on the train I stared my oppenet in the eye. "How old are you?

"12..." She replied.

I grabbed her hands and said, "You are going to be the best and strongest 12 year old this year, you hear me." She looked up at me and smiled.

Before we knew it, it was time to go to sleep.

(I apologize for Seths being short. It will be longer and more explained in the next chapter.)