Iris Hound D2
The district's training centre is overflowing no. We usually only have 3 boys and 3 girls and 2 are chosen out of the 6. Now the district is frantically trying to train 24 boys and girls. Fuschinnia, Harriet and I will team up in D2 mini games and pick off the smaller, weaker tributes that the district is now trying so hard to train. I'm not really dreading killing my 2 best friends, it's hat I'll have to do to win. having to kill my two best friends but it's what I'm going to have to do if I'm going to win the games. I am going to win. Of course I will. Apparently I'm the best girl District Two has ever seen. Lyme, an ex-victor said that to my face. I'm going to win it for us. For District Two and become the greatest victor ever. The victor of the 100th Hunger Games.
The day of training has finished and Fuschinnia, Harriet and I all walk out together. Yoko, the best of the boys and hopefully my partner in the real games comes up behind us and tugs on my long red hair which makes me squeal and him laugh. "In the games, I hope you die!" I say to him jokily. He laughs and replies with, "You wish," one of you will be my partner. This remark turns our fun bubbly mood quite sour. Yoko walks off laughing, knowing that our thought out sleepover night at mine is now ruined. We'll just be preoccupied about the thought of having to kill each other. Good one Yoko. Fuschinnia looks at Harriet and I and says that she can't come round tonight because she needs has her grand-parents over. She's rubbish at lying and knows that we don't believe her so just storms off in a bad mood.
Harriet turns to me, "You're not really going to kill me are you Iris?"
I probably will, we'll end up being the last left, "Of course not Harriet, I will never ever kill you, you're my best friend."
You see, this is why I am victor quality and Fuschinnia and Harriet aren't. Fuschinnia can't lie to save her life, that's a great attribute to have when you become part of an alliance saying you won't kill each other isn't it. And Harriet, she's amazing at fighting, survival and is the fastest out of us 3 however she is mentally weak. When we had our practice games last year she freaked out and nearly died. By the way the practice games is part of our training. 24 of us go in, 3 come out. It's segregated though so there is an equal ratio of boys to girls. She was about to be stabbed by another girl and become the last to die when I managed to kill the girl who was trying to kill her.
In 2 days is our reaping and in 5 is our games. I'm so excited. So excited to become a tribute in the Capitol games.
Connectus Jones D3
I'm feeling better about having to go into the games but still not entirely OK. Over the past couple of days, I have gone round my friends and family giving away my belongings. I have accepted my imminent death but my family haven't. They keep telling me I'll be OK. That I won't be picked. That everything will be fine. That I'll go on to achieve my dreams and be the boss of the computing plant.
I walk up to our house and see my father there. He has taken time off work for the next week so he can be with me. I know it's because he knows I will die but I'm fine with that. I've accepted my death so of course I'm fine.
I walk into our doorway and he hugs me so tightly I can barely breath. He grabs a tuff of my shoulder-length brown hair and clenches it in his hand. He's just trying to keep hold of me. Stop me falling into the grasp of the Capitol. I have let go. He hasn't.
"Accept it Dad, I'm going to die and the quicker you come to terms with that, the quicker you can get on with your life, forget me."
"There's a chance you won't be picked Connectus, remember that." It's true. There is a chance I won't be picked but it's tiny. Miniscule in fact. We're the smallest district with only 100 children of each sex at each reaping. That means that about a quarter of the children in the district will die this year. That's a horrible thought. Most people don't have to sign up for tesserae but since my mother died, my father has found it hard to provide for 6 children so I've stepped in to keep us alive in the form of 7 portions of grain a year in exchange for having my name in 7 more times each year.
I go to bed without having dinner knowing that in 5 days time, my life will be over.
Kathy Jaboodi D5
Our carer in the orphanage is trying to make the build-up to the reaping and most of our deaths more exciting. By bringing in special treats like chocolate, sweets and games. It's not really helping but we can all see she's trying to help. She's trying to help us survive the next few days. A day ago one of the kids in the orphanage committed suicide by jumping off an electricity pylon is a power plant. I feel quite sorry that he knew that he was going to die so badly that he decided to end his life sooner rather than later.
Our carer comes up to me and says she's got a surprise for me. She takes me through the corridors into her office. In there is a huge chocolate bar. Oh. I thought it was actually going to be something interesting.
"Your attempts of drowning out my thoughts that I have a chance of dying are appalling Kate," I say. She looks insulted so I take quickly take the bar and walk out before she changed her mind. I decide I'll give it away. Give it to one of the starving families in the poor part of the district. I hope it won't be my last good deed but it could well be. That thought scares me but i quickly brush it away. I hope I don't get picked but I know for sure that some of my friends will, maybe all of them , after the games, I will either be dead, or my life will be changed forever.
Heather Morris D7
I'm so excited. So excited that in 2 days it'll be the reapings and people that I hate will most certainly be sent to certain death! It's a great feeling. I'm going to love seeing all the stupid insignificant people get murdered in front of me very own eyes. Seeing people be decapitated and stabbed left right and centre. I can't contain my excitement.
I'm walking to the poorer part of the district with my friends. I'm wearing a short purple flowery dress. We're going to go and make fun of the poor people. To let them know that we'll love it when they die. We've got down there and we know that from the looks of the people here that we're certainly not welcome. Good. I don't like them either. I go up to a 12 year old girl who I think is called Lucy Sycamore. We're joking and laughing and saying how we want her to die. She looks hurt but we don't care. She will hopefully be reaped and killed in the first round. It'll be hilarious. We're just about to finish off when my friend screams, "Duck," she pulls me onto the floor and I see an axe whistle over my head. If she didn't pull me down, I'd be dead. We look over to the person who threw it. Oh no.
Johanna Mason threw it. The victor 31 years ago from the 69th Hunger Games. I swallow knowing that she'll definitely tell daddy. She walks over and says that she'll not only tell my father but she also may recommend me to the Capitol to put into the games. I didn't know this happens but apparently every year she gets given a form to fill in and she has the chance to recommend people for the games. She says that if she sees me coming down here again, she'll put me straight onto that list. I gulp. I can't go into the games. I'm the mayor's daughter. I can't. She tells me to leave and I run. I trip over a root and land flat on my face. It hurts a lot. Everyone apart from my friends begin to laugh.
I begin to scream, "I'm going to absolutely love it when your children die. It's going to be funny and I will laugh so much! Also, I don't believe you have a list Mason!" I begin to run away and my group of friends follow.
Danny Draddock D9
It's harvest time and Ive forgotten about the reapings that will soon come. I've forgotten that in 2 days whether I die in 5 or not is decided. I'm in a rice paddy with my uncle and friends. We're trying to pick the rice and quickly as possible. If we don't reach our daily quotas, we'll be beaten. Some days people get beaten to death. The sun is coming down quite far and I know that I'm way off my amount. I'm going to be beaten up by the peacekeepers. The sun is down and my basket is barely half full. The peacekeepers are beginning to round everyone up for inspection. Oh no. They're coming to us first. My heart is beating so fast I can hear it so loud I can't hear my uncle talking to me. The peacekeeper inspects my uncle's one and lets him go. Now me. I gulp.
"It seems you haven't met your quota today."
"Please! No!" I shout, it's no use.
He gets me by the scruff of my neck and takes me to a building about 100m away. I look behind me and manage to see my uncle look into my eyes and mouth the word's 'I'm sorry.' The peacekeeper gets me into the building and throws me on the floor. He takes out his large black baton and raises it behind his head to hit me. It comes straight down. Pain. Again. Pain. Again. Pain. It goes on for apparently about a minute but it feels like a lifetime. He stops and tells me to scram. I come out completely battered and bruised. If I go into the games in this state I'm sure to die.
My uncle and mother rush to help me walk. With an arm around each neck I limp with them home. It's only a 5 minute walk usually but this time it takes about 20. We get home and they carry me inside. They lie me down on my bed and tell me to rest. That's all I want to do anyway. My mother fetches me some water and says she'll make soup for me. Hmm, that will be nice. It's good I won't be working tomorrow, they district will be getting ready for the reapings. Good. I'll be able to build up my strength in time for the day I will either be told I will live or die.
Katniss Everdeen D12
About a month ago, I sent a flier round all the houses that I was going to hold training sessions with the help of Thomas for children on the green in front of the victor houses. I had a huge response and have managed to whittle it down to 6 people to train properly, 3 boys and 3 girls. Just like the career districts. These 6 people have all agreed to volunteer. Even though it's only 3 from each gender, it'll mean that 6 people, probably from The Seam won't be slaughtered in this sick minded idea for the games. It'll also mean that in the second round of games, we'll have a chance of getting far because if two of these 6 win, they will have been properly trained. Like careers.
Training is over and I tell them that they should go home and get there rest. Thomas and I are having an interview tomorrow, the day before the reaping so there's no training for them tomorrow. They say goodbye and I tell them I'll see them on reaping day. the day that 46 people will be told of their upcoming deaths. I go into the house and say goodbye to Thomas who smiles and waves back. I like Thomas. He'll be a great companion in the horrible weeks to come. In 5 days, 46 children from our district will die. In 5 days, 552 children from Panem will die.