A/N (Glossy): This is the final Reaping! Tell me what tributes you like the best! I know my POV is short, but I really didn't want this character so it's what we got.

Sage Tressney, 14 (written by stuckathomebgs)

District 9 Female

I dash though the streets of District 9, with the stolen bread in my jacket, warming me up as I rush away from the storeowner. He is cursing my family, guessing other people I don't know named 'Rye' and 'Hailey'.

I get back to my family of eight, my father, 6 younger brothers, and the youngest, little Genie, at 3.

My father sighs a lot, for many reasons, relief and exhaustion mostly, but this time, it's a mixture of both. He has been pretty depressed since my mom was crushed by corn in a grain bin accident a couple of years ago, the impact hit me and Baxter, the oldest of the brothers, at 13. We were old enough to know that mom wasn't coming back, that was also the first reaping I attended.

I was very scared that year, because they called the girl standing next to me. I still remember her name, 'Delia Fullerton'. Why do I remember? She was my best friend.

She was one of only two twelve year olds, but she still lasted longer than half of the Careers. She got 7th Place, killed by the boy from District 4, who ended up winning that slaughter-fest two years ago. When he came, I screamed at him, got lots of publicity, I didn't love it one bit.

I slip on the light red dress that I've wore for the other two reapings I've been to, including when Delia got reaped. This also was my moms, so this dress has been through two generations of pain.

I saunter into the square with Baxter, we are the only two of our family that have to be here, but I see my father and the other six children moving into the viewing area.

"Finger, please." Says an older male Capitol attendant.

I point it out and she draws my blood, the sting doesn't hurt, since people like me get used to constant pain and suffering.

I lead Baxter over to the boys.

"Good luck, Sage." Baxter has tears in his eyes, I wipe them away.

"You too, Baxter, you only have your name in that cursed bowl twice, you shouldn't get chosen." I respond.

"But you have thirteen." He starts crying now, he's very emotional.

"There are girls with at least two times what I have, I have little chance I could get reaped." I mutter

"But anything could happen, there's been a lot of fourteen-year-olds from this district." Baxter states, he always knows a lot about this kind of stuff.

I also ponder how we get victors in the first place. 1, 2, and 4 are trained, 3 knows technology and is smart, and 10, 11, and 12 know how to go without food. 7 can use axes, 8 can use needles and can knit blankets. 11 also knows what food to eat, 5 can electrocute. Only we and District 6 are at a disadvantage, well, at least I know how to steal and what food to eat, since I work in a grain processing plant.

Finally Mayor Ikusaki starts his speech. He introduces our two victors, Merce Raske, who was the victor of the 1st ever Hunger Games. She won by using spears to take out her tributes.

The other victor being Ronny Pinsen, who used a sickle to take out his competition.

Since she was the first victor, she the richest person in the districts, and she doesn't share her money.

We still have some honey and chives from Parcel Days when she won.

When Ikusaki finally finishes his speech, our District 9 escort, Jerusibald Pennyfarthing, starts the process we've all been waiting for, the reaping.

"WELCOME CITIZENS OF DISTRICT 9!" Shouts Jerusibald. No one claps, thanks the lord, but Jerusibald is used to this, since this happens every year. Which was kind of sad his first year, the 7th Hunger Games, he almost started crying. I almost felt bad for him, remember the almost.

"First, for the girls!" He

That moment seems frozen in time, girls is ringing in my ears, I'm holding both of the girls' hands next to me, both of which I've never spoken to in my life. That's when he pulls out the slip. The slip of the unlucky girl aged between twelve and eighteen. Both girls next to me are crying, I am their tree, they are gripped onto my arms like they're already dying from some theoretical wound. The name is read, after what seems like an eternity of silence that was burning my ears.

"Sage Tressney." Jerusibald says.

I'm about to walk up when another girl starts crying, from the sixteen-year-olds.

"WAIT! There are two Sage Tressney's?" He asks.

I raise my hand, and so does the other girl.

"This Sage Tressney is fourteen." He says, reading extra information from what I know is my slip.

The other girl switches gears and starts laughing while I walk up to the podium, giving her a glare. She laughs until she sees my face than stops, her white cheeks turning even redder than my dress. I'm even younger than her and very much smaller than her.

I see Baxter crying, I look over to the two girls I was standing in between, whose faces haven't registered the moment quite yet.

Baxter was right, I guess I was next, fourteen-year-olds almost always get picked, and I'm one of them.

The boy gets selected.

Right away my family comes in, with all eight of them entering, all of them have tears in their eyes, except Genie, who hasn't registered the moment quite yet, since she's so young.

"You can win, Sage." Says Winston, the next oldest after Baxter. "You're smart, you're sneaky, you can win."

"Smarts have worked in the past." Says Quent, one of the triplets. "Merce knows what she's doing, you can come home."

That's when the hopes come flooding in, Genie starts chanting my name when the Peacekeepers bring them out, thankfully pretty peacefully.

I can still hear Genie's voice when I get onto the train.

Samson Quickley, 15 (written by Glossy-12)

District 9 Male

Crash!

The lamp falls over and shatters on the ground. I can't stop now though. I need to steal this jewelry if I want to be able to get my fix.

Nobody ever thinks of District 9 as a morphling district, but trust me, if you know who to talk to, you can get it pretty easily. My life has fallen to pieces when I'm not high, but during the high, I just forget about all of my problems.

I hear a door open and I swing my fist at the person entering the room. They sink to the floor like a rock and I bolt out of the room. I've got my jewelry, I don't need anything else.

I run through the district back to my shack. I swing open the door and run past my mom into my room. I shove the jewelry under my bed and head back out.

"Hey mom."

"Hi Samson. Where were you this morning?"

"I was just out for a run." I guess that's kind of true after all. I've got my parents completely fooled. They have no idea that there is even a drop of morphling in this district.

"Ok, well make sure to eat some food. We have eggs." She sets the plate down right in front of me and I dig into the eggs. We don't have them very often so when we do I have to make sure I take advantage of the occasion.

I don't bother changing for the Reaping. There is really not a point. I head over to the square and sign in.

Our mayor takes the stage and introduces Jerusibald who in turn introduces our two victors. Merce and Ronny both give a little wave and then Jerusibald heads over to the Reaping bowl. His hand dips in and grabs a slip. "Sage Tressney."

I don't recognize the names, but a girl in the sixteen year old section breaks down crying. Another girl steps forward and Jerusibald announces that it is a fourteen year old. If I was that girl I would've stayed quiet and let the sixteen year old go in my place.

Jerusibald heads over to the boys' bowl and snags a name. "Samson Quickley."

Looks like I'm going into the Games. I walk up to the stage and shake Sage's hand. It's go time.