Kimmy Rossi

I wake up to a beeping noise coming over the P.A. system. The other girls in my dorm and I get up and start getting ready for the day. We don't have to work today because of the reaping and I am really glad because I could take a day off of staring at a screen all day. I put on my plain gray uniform and go downstairs for breakfast where they are serving the same old slimly porridge. It tastes disgusting. I spend the rest of the morning doing chores. Matron comes in and yells at us to form a line. She walks us down to the town centre and we sign in. We file into neat rows and wait for the ceremony to begin.

Bryton Langdon

My brother rolls over in our bed and hits in me in the face, waking me up again. I glance over at the window and see sunlight streaming in through the thin curtains.

"Frank, wake up, it's reaping day." He glares at me and slides out of bed after me. My feet hit the cold floor and I creep across our two room house towards our kitchen/living room. I see that my parents are still asleep when I shut our bedroom door. I grab the coins my parents left on the table and head down to the bakery with Frank. We buy 4 buns and start back home.

Breaking the silence Franks asks, "How many times is your name in the bowl today?"

"I don't know. Mom and Dad never told me. I would guess a lot though."

"Dad told me, my name was only in there six times. But they took out a lot more food than what those six slips would provide us."

I spend the rest of the morning deep in thought. I am trying to figure out a logical reason for all the food. I come up with a few explanations, one of them has to be the truth. My thoughts are interrupted by a weak ringing. The bell, time to go.

Kimmy Rossi

As the reaping starts, I zone out. I think about the work house and what they will make us program tomorrow. Maybe some new software revolving around the games. As long as I just have to use brain power and not physical power I am content. The girl standing beside me pokes me on arm.

"What?" I whisper. Then I realize everyone one is staring at me and Hestia has a name ballot in her hand.

Hestia repeats the name, "Kimmy Rossi?"

I slowly make my way to the stage. Thoughts of running, stream through my head. I can't do this; I won't be able to win. I mount the steps and stand beside Hestia. My life is over.

Bryton Langdon

I stand as still as a statue, fear racing through my body. The boys are next and I have no I idea how many times my name is in there. I watch Hestia walk across to the bowl of names. Her arm dives into the bowl, her hand searching for the perfect name. She pulls out a slip and unfolds it.

"Bryton Langdon."

The blood drains out of my face. I listen, pleading that someone will volunteer. The crowd is silent so I slowly make my way to the stage. I concentrate on walking step by step to the stage. Hestia escorts me up the steps to my spot. I search for my parents but they aren't any where to be seen. I suddenly feel Hestia's hand on my back, leading me away from my district forever.