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Kat's POV

I sit in the wheat fields, splayed comfortably out, notebook and pencil in my hand. The stalks of grain are a little itchy on my smooth, tanned skin, but I'm too preoccupied to care. When the creative muse strikes me, it seems like the rest of the world is miles away. Right now, I'm writing a story about a girl like me who lives in the ceilings of her schoolhouse and makes friends with my real friends. I've been working on it for a few weeks now, and I think it's turning out pretty well. I'm always starting stories and never coming back to them, but I think I'll actually finish this one.

This deep of a creative funk is why I don't hear my twin brother, Rhons, calling for me until he's about a foot away.

"Kat!" he yells, practically into my right ear, making me jump slightly.

"Hi, Rhons," I say, dragging myself from my notebook. "Good morning to you too."

"Breakfast is ready," he says, yawning, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Terry made bacon. You know, on reaping day, we could all use a little treat."

"Bacon!" I scream, sprinting back to the large, brick house where we live with Terry, a kind, middle-aged woman who takes care of us. I can practically smell the magical meat already.

When we're seated at the breakfast table, Terry asks,

"So, Kat. What were you doing up at 5:00 this morning?"

"I always wake up at five," I respond quietly, trying to finish chewing. "I'm just normally not out and writing until six."

"Crazy kid," she mutters, affectionately ruffling my hair. "Now get ready, you have to be down to the square soon."

"Do I have to wear a dress?" I whine.

"Well, I'd prefer it if you did, but I know that won't work," Terry responds, sounding exasperated. "Just put on something nice, and brush your hair a bit."

My hand instinctively finds my dark brown hair, which is very choppy and short. Terry waves her spatula in my direction, letting me know that I should probably do what I'm told. I groan, but go off to my room to get ready.

I must dig through my closet for half an hour before I find something nice to wear that I would actually wear in public. I settle on dark brown dress pants and a blue, not-too-ugly shirt. I brush my hair for a while, wishing for its comfortable messiness, and look at myself in the mirror. You don't look awful, my eyes seem to say back to me. They're my favorite of my features, one emerald green, and one light brown. It's unique, at least.

My brother and I walk the short trek to the central square, Terry kissing us goodbye at the entryway.

"See you soon," she tells us gently, pushing us toward our age group, the fourteen-year-olds. The crowd is antsy, and I couldn't be more happy for the super-boring Treaty of Treason to be over, and for the girl's name to be called. That is, until I hear the name. The creepy Capitol escort dips her decorated, scrawny hand into the cavernous glass bowl, and pulls out the first name she stumbles upon.

"Kat Laderman."

Oh, no. Oh, not this. Anything but this. Please, let me be dreaming, or something. But as the fateful name is repeated, I realize that I am fully awake. This isn't anyone's sick joke, at least, no one other than the Capitol's. Determined, though still startled, I stride up to the stage, fists clenched. I can do this, I convince myself. I might not be very big or strong, but I'm smart, and I'm fast. Those qualities and a bit of luck, and I might just have a chance. To come back to Terry, and Rhons, my brother and best friend.

Runnet's POV

The train comes to a stop in District nine, I stand up and jump around cheering. This is my favorite part of my job, getting to go to other cargo stations. I run a hand through my Dark sooty black hair. My mother always tries to get me to cut it, but I refuse. I pull my pink scarf tighter around my neck. My glasses begin to fall down my nose so I push it up with one finger. I get out of the compartment and head to the cargo up the closest box, I place it on the little railway car. I continue this process until there are no more boxes left.

Four hours later I reach my house. My mother is there waiting with lunch on the table. I kiss her on the cheek, before sitting down to some cornbread with jam.

"How was the train ride" She asks while calling my father to lunch.

"Good" I say with a mouthful of food.

"Don't eat with your mouth open." She scolds. I grin showing her my food. She playfully "accidentally" spills water on me.

"Hey!" I say a little to loudly.

"What's going on in here," my father asks, Wrapping his arms around my mother. I have always loved how much they love each other.

"Nothing just a little water fight!" I explain. My mom snorts pointing to the little wet spot on my t-shirt.

"What, would you like a real water fight?" She asks me. I shake my head as she gets the pitcher of water and pours it over my head.

"Thanks!" I say dumping my cup of water on her shirt. She giggles. Ever sense I was a child my parents have always acted like my friends more than parents.

"Go get dressed," says my totally dry father. I look at my mother mischievously. As he turns we each grab a full cup from the table and come up behind him. Mom stands on the chair, so that she is taller than him.

"Dad!" I say. He turns around "GO" I say. We dump the water on him. "Guys." He says seriously. We all burst out laughing. We all head upstairs to our separate rooms. I change into a pink polo shirt and black pants. I look in to my deep blue eyes, they have gotten darker as I grew older.

The son beats down upon my hair making me pull it into a short ponytail. Some people make fun of me because they say I look like a girl. "Kat Laderman!" Jeneath the escort calls. A girl about 5'2 walks towards the stage. She has a horrible short hair cut with light brown streaks in her dark brown hair. I watch her for a while. "Runnet Greene!" Jeneath calls. I felt like crying, my vision blurred for a moment but then I pulled my self together and walked up to the stage, taking my place besides Kat. As I turned to look at her I notice that one of her eyes is green and the other is brown. Maybe I'll win.