District 7 Reaping
Abbey Anderson, 18 D7 female POV: I am the most cheerful girl in the grade. Like, pigtails and everything. I'm optimistic so I don't think I'll get reaped. But anything is possible. But still, I'm not afraid. It's my last reaping, and then after I'll be FREE! Thank God. So I wear a pretty pink dress and walk to the reaping.
Cain Dudley, 12, D7 male POV: This is my first reaping. And it just got worse. My family is one of the poorest families in the district. And I took an extra 23 slips for terrasae. I have been shaking like a leaf since I put in those slips yesterday. And the reaping is today. I have been sobbing like a baby since this morning. Which is bad, because I am dehydrated. Like, really dehydrated. Our water is low, so if I run out of tears, I will have to be reaped so I can get some water. But if I don't get reaped I will stop crying, which is good. So being reaped will actually be good, for about a week. Then I'm a bloodbath. I'm hopeful and petrified at the same time. We only have 3 victors, two are dead, rebellion and things like that. I've only heard about it. One is 33, reaped at 17 for the 77th hunger games. I walk to the reaping crying again. So I just breathe, the announcer comes up. Her words are blurred. But I hear two things. "Cain Dudley!" and "Shake hands!" So I shake and walk, my feelings numb.
District 8 Reaping
Opal Gore, 12 D8 Female POV:
"Are you ready?"
"Mmm Hmm"
"Okay," My older brother says. "We sneak in, grab food, and we are out."
Thins is my first time "Shopping". I sneak into the grocery store and grab one of each can. I make sure to make no noise, for if we do we will get busted. "Are you done?"
"Yeah."
"Great lets go."
We run out of the store and race away.
"Hey!" a peacekeeper shouts.
We sprint, but the peacekeepers are faster. They grabbed both of us. They pin Ben, my brother, and they glare at me. "You both are in big trouble," the peacekeeper spits at me. He handcuffs us, and he ties Ben to a special pole. He's 19, practically indestructible. They tie me to a pole. My eyes widen in horror as I realize what Bends pole is for. Ben obviously understands as well. He struggles against the chains but they only become tighter. "Opal!" he yells, "I love you!" The peacekeeper raises his whip but then pauses. "You know what? I've seen you around stealing. It's about time I caught you. This is great. So great. And who is that, your sister? Well, she is going to watch you suffer and, when you die, I'm putting her in the Hunger games tomorrow. Here's what you get for stealing from district 8!" The peacekeeper unchains him from the pole and puts him on a table. He ties his limbs to the table so Ben couldn't escape. Then he took out a small knife. "I'm going to make your torture agonizing. I'm going to make you and your sister suffer like fuck." The peacekeeper stabbed Ben in the leg. Ben screamed in pain and the peacekeeper laughed. The peacekeeper did the same to the other leg. Then, as if Ben didn't have enough, the peacekeeper cut his thumb off. He proceeded to cut all of his fingers off. He then stabbed him in the chest. And his screams stop. I cry and cry and cry. I then am put onstage for the reaping and my world is over.
Rory Hood, 13, D8 male POV: I can't go 2 seconds without punching people in the face. I know I have some mental problem or whatever, but I am lethal. The doctors say that it's the worst case they have ever seen. My mom once came in with some new kitchen knives and I slit her wrists in her sleep. She almost died, but whatever. I don't care about pain because I never feel any, I love to watch it though. My mom got so freaked out about the knife incident she put me in an orphanage, then I stabbed some weird kid and killed him, and now I'm in prison. So roommates, so I punch the wall so often my knuckles never stop bleeding. "Rory!" a gruff voice said, "you are getting the electric chair soon. No saying when." My face turns white. I have to escape this and an idea pops into my head. I walk to the reaping with a peacekeeper escort. The escort, whats-her-name-thingy-half-human-majiggy, draws the ladies name, but suddenlyu a peacekeeper comes with a girl in tow and sets her onstage. The escort nods, and transitions to the boys. "Samuel Cross!" "I volunteer!" I scream. I climb to the stage, just to see a women fainting. Don't know who that was. At least if I die, I can kill as many people as I want.
District 7 Reaping
Abbey Anderson, 18 D7 female POV: I am the most cheerful girl in the grade. Like, pigtails and everything. I'm optimistic so I don't think I'll get reaped. But anything is possible. But still, I'm not afraid. It's my last reaping, and then after I'll be FREE! Thank God. So I wear a pretty pink dress and walk to the reaping.
Cain Dudley, 12, D7 male POV: This is my first reaping. And it just got worse. My family is one of the poorest families in the district. And I took an extra 23 slips for terrasae. I have been shaking like a leaf since I put in those slips yesterday. And the reaping is today. I have been sobbing like a baby since this morning. Which is bad, because I am dehydrated. Like, really dehydrated. Our water is low, so if I run out of tears, I will have to be reaped so I can get some water. But if I don't get reaped I will stop crying, which is good. So being reaped will actually be good, for about a week. Then I'm a bloodbath. I'm hopeful and petrified at the same time. We only have 3 victors, two are dead, rebellion and things like that. I've only heard about it. One is 33, reaped at 17 for the 77th hunger games. I walk to the reaping crying again. So I just breathe, the announcer comes up. Her words are blurred. But I hear two things. "Cain Dudley!" and "Shake hands!" So I shake and walk, my feelings numb.
District 8 Reaping
Opal Gore, 12 D8 Female POV:
"Are you ready?"
"Mmm Hmm"
"Okay," My older brother says. "We sneak in, grab food, and we are out."
Thins is my first time "Shopping". I sneak into the grocery store and grab one of each can. I make sure to make no noise, for if we do we will get busted. "Are you done?"
"Yeah."
"Great lets go."
We run out of the store and race away.
"Hey!" a peacekeeper shouts.
We sprint, but the peacekeepers are faster. They grabbed both of us. They pin Ben, my brother, and they glare at me. "You both are in big trouble," the peacekeeper spits at me. He handcuffs us, and he ties Ben to a special pole. He's 19, practically indestructible. They tie me to a pole. My eyes widen in horror as I realize what Bends pole is for. Ben obviously understands as well. He struggles against the chains but they only become tighter. "Opal!" he yells, "I love you!" The peacekeeper raises his whip but then pauses. "You know what? I've seen you around stealing. It's about time I caught you. This is great. So great. And who is that, your sister? Well, she is going to watch you suffer and, when you die, I'm putting her in the Hunger games tomorrow. Here's what you get for stealing from district 8!" The peacekeeper unchains him from the pole and puts him on a table. He ties his limbs to the table so Ben couldn't escape. Then he took out a small knife. "I'm going to make your torture agonizing. I'm going to make you and your sister suffer like fuck." The peacekeeper stabbed Ben in the leg. Ben screamed in pain and the peacekeeper laughed. The peacekeeper did the same to the other leg. Then, as if Ben didn't have enough, the peacekeeper cut his thumb off. He proceeded to cut all of his fingers off. He then stabbed him in the chest. And his screams stop. I cry and cry and cry. I then am put onstage for the reaping and my world is over.
Rory Hood, 13, D8 male POV: I can't go 2 seconds without punching people in the face. I know I have some mental problem or whatever, but I am lethal. The doctors say that it's the worst case they have ever seen. My mom once came in with some new kitchen knives and I slit her wrists in her sleep. She almost died, but whatever. I don't care about pain because I never feel any, I love to watch it though. My mom got so freaked out about the knife incident she put me in an orphanage, then I stabbed some weird kid and killed him, and now I'm in prison. So roommates, so I punch the wall so often my knuckles never stop bleeding. "Rory!" a gruff voice said, "you are getting the electric chair soon. No saying when." My face turns white. I have to escape this and an idea pops into my head. I walk to the reaping with a peacekeeper escort. The escort, whats-her-name-thingy-half-human-majiggy, draws the ladies name, but suddenlyu a peacekeeper comes with a girl in tow and sets her onstage. The escort nods, and transitions to the boys. "Samuel Cross!" "I volunteer!" I scream. I climb to the stage, just to see a women fainting. Don't know who that was. At least if I die, I can kill as many people as I want.
Thats all for now folks! I'm sorry I just keep not having time to update. But I'm back! BTW I'm gonna try to update more so my next estimated update date is probably Feb 28. Sorry. Aaanyway I hope you like this chapter and I'm sorry if is was a little (lot) heavy. I hope to finish the reaping in March so we can get to the good stuff. See you in D9 and 10!
