Gloria
My short blonde blue-streaked hair refuses to stay in it's bun, so I leave it be. Why bother? I put on a long white dress of my mothers and trudge down the stairs. My older sister Sparkle is sitting at the table talking to my mom. We make idle chit-chat for a while, then Sparkle rises from her chair.
"Best get to the reaping, hmm?" She asks. I nod and we walk silently to the town square. What am I nervous about? So what I'm short, weak, skinny, and can't wield a weapon for my life (unlike most of the other kids from my district)? If I get reaped, someone will just volunteer for me. It always happens here.
"Hi, Gloria!" Peep squeaks, popping up next to me. I used to watch her when her parents worked, but she's twelve now. Doesn't need to be watched.
"Hello, Peep," I say with a smile. We arrive at the square and she waves good-bye and bounds over to the roped-off twelves area. Sparkle winks at me and walks to the side. She's twenty, but she comes with me for support. I head to the fifteen's section just as Lola Luftangle hops onto the stage.
She begins to read the Treaty of Treason, blah blah blah, and then grins. "Now, for the part you've been waiting for!" Lola announces, making her way over to the glass reaping balls. "Ladies first!" She pipes. God, I hate her accent. I'm wondering why the Capitol talks so strange and I almost miss her say "Peep Tolpes!" Almost.
"I volunteer! I volunteer!" I screech at the top of my lungs. Everyone just stares at me, murmuring quietly, and Lola winks. "Come on up, then," she says with a sly smile. I do, and spot Sparkle in the audience. Her mouth is hanging open in a large O, but I don't let her distract me. "What's your name, chickie?" Lola asks.
"Gloria. Gloria Whiteworth."
Jembus
I get out of the shower reluctantly and slip on dark pants and a white shirt. I want to look nice, seeing as how I'll be going to the Capitol today.
"Hey there, Jembus," my father booms, clapping me on the back as I sit at the table. "You volunteering this year?" He asks, and I nod, nibbling on a piece of bread. Breathe, it'll be over soon.
My mom looks at the clock on the wall. "Style! Get down here!" she yells up the stairs. "You'll be late for the reaping!" My little brother Style hops down the stairs in shorts and a t-shirt. He won't have to worry about looking nice though. I will. I take his hand and we all head for the town square, knowing what is going to happen. I stand in the seventeen section and wait.
The Treaty of Treason is read, some girl that looks much younger then me volunteers, and the boy name is called. Troy, or something. "I volunteer! Jembus Dunn volunteers!" I shout, striding towards the stage. I shrug off Lola Luftangle's greeting and shake Gloria's hand. She'll be easy to take down. Probably die at the bloodbath, shes so small.