Walking along the path, Victoria Baning thought how infuriating how crowds in the Capitol can be. Some people have places to go, things to do! She ducked and twisted to avoid people. After narrowly missing a hit to the face, she righted her orange wig and tried to look dignified. She probably needed to re-apply her make-up. Still thinking about how angry crowds make her, she thought how even more mad District Nine would make her. Filthy District citizens. They disgusted her.
Although she begged President Snow to give her one of the career Districts, she got District Nine. District Nine stood for grain, which meant plenty of farming. Farming, of all things! Why not fashion? District Nine was so plain, and almost never got any victors. Sure, a couple. Not many! Victoria was the unluckiest person in the world.
As Catherine Stone walked upon the stones in District One, she mentally thought of what to stay. How would she break the big news to them? She recalled how when President Snow had told her, her mouth fell open. The big news was that this Hunger Games, there would be four tributes be chosen, two of women, two of men. Then, the one of two of the tributes will get the chance to save him or herself, or get plunged into the Hunger Games. Volunteers were not allowed. Catherine was very excited. District One would praise in this news. She was so lucky to have such a good District. Pulling out her handheld mirror, she checked her reflection. A smile crept along her face. Pretty as ever, she thought cheerily. Her face was decked in purple make-up. Jewels crested the top of her violet wig, sparkling in the sunlight. Today was going to be a good day.
Riley walked along the coal-dusted paths of District Twelve and distinctly thought how her older brother said he would volunteer. He's crazy. Riley wished he wouldn't volunteer….
Emily trotted across District Twelve, eager to get to the reaping. Hoping that if she got there sooner, it would seem to end quicker. Things were weird like that….
It was Liz's first reaping. She thought of how, since she was in District Twelve, if she got picked, no one would volunteer. Her name was in seven times, since she had six younger siblings she had to take care of. She had ordered lots of tesserae. She prayed she wouldn't get picked….
Mar sprinted along the paths of District Ten, beating his friend, Joshua. Joshua's name was in the reaping bowls ten times, while his was in eighteen. The odds weren't exactly in his favor….
Bryan held hands with his sister, Bryn. It was Bryn's second reaping, and she was nervous. Her name was in five times. Bryan's was in fifteen. Seeing her nervous face, Bryan knelt down and whispered a few words of encouragement. Bryn smiled a little bit, but she couldn't help wondering, on all the cattle here, if she or Bryan would be picked….
Jack shivered nervously, tending to his cattle, cursing the District Ten tribute. He prayed he wouldn't be picked, but he just a butcher's apprentice, no one would volunteer in his place if he did get reaped….