The 61st hunger games
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District 2 Mason
I swaggered my way towards the district center as today was very special. Today was the reaping. I saw so many kids that looked like they were going to break down crying. Hah not me though this is what I have been preparing for all my life. While so many others dread this day i know im going to win. I know i will bring glory to my district,like my dad did.
I remember what he said to me this morning, "Son today you show the world what your made of... today you keep our family name strong". I will, i thought. Today the whole of Panem will remember me. My district will continue its run of gloriouse victors. I gather with the other 17 year olds, even though im twice the size of nearly all of them, and then the reapings begin...
Dixie
i wake up to my younger sister crying in his bed. I walk over to her bed and hug her asking whats wrong. "its today" she mumbles, tears streaking her face.
"its okay, even if you do get picked ill volunteer for you," i reply. She looks up at me and says "but what if you..."
"nothing will happen, im trained for this." I say even though i havent trained anywere near as much as the others. Some of them have used a spear longer since they could walk.
I get dressed for today in an elegant black dress matching my hair and eyes, with a sparkling necklace. God i love being from such a rich district, id hate to have to wear those things that pass for clothes in the other district. My sister coments on how 'stunning' i look and we eat breakfast. I notice she just sits there staring blankly at the wall. My parents walk in and my Mum says "we better get going, we can be late." My sister forces herself out of her chair and we make our way to the reapings.
Im standing in the 16s section and as i catch my sisters eye i mouth the words "itll be okay," but her gaze dropps to the floor. I cant let her get picked, thats the whole reason i entered the career classes. As the treaty of treason reading is finished our escort puts her hand in the clear glass ball and reads out, in her shrill voice "ja-" but is cut off by a short haired boy, built like a brick wall yell " i volunteer!"
As he swaggers onto the stage i suddenly get worried. Theres no way i could compete with him. He looks like he could crush me with one hand. They ask his name and he yells "Mason!" in a loud booming voice. I start shaking, as our escort takes out a name. I freeze ans she calls out "Dixie Yule!"
My eyes widen i horror, but i force myself to remain calm as i walk my way on stage. Why isnt anybody volunteering! i think. I realise everybody thought the same thing 'theres no chance the district 2 girl will win.' After the applause we walk away to the train without any peacekeepers. Even there intimidated by the beast of a boy.
