A/n - District 9!

Lock

I wake up early on Reaping Day. The District is even gloomier on Reaping Day then it normally is. District 9 isn't a 'happy place' to say the least.

Everyone is our District is just... gloomy. Family and friends don't really mean much to most people.

I've lived alone for as long as I can remember, and I'm only seventeen. My parents abandoned me. I've been somewhat watching out for my little brother, Slice, but he is a wanderer just as much as I am, so I don't really see him much.

Ever since I was fifteen, I have been head of my own organization. I spent my life before jumping around from gang to gang, trying to find somewhere I belonged, but no gang really felt right to me. They had me out killing people every other night.

So, I founded my own organization with Stella, the closest thing to a friend I've ever had. She's a couple years older than me, and ten times stronger, but I somehow landed myself in her good books, so she doesn't try to hurt me.

My organization is not a gang, we are more about trying to face our difficult lives in 9, and giving back to the people who follow us.

"Are you worried about the Reaping today, Lock?" Stella asks, while I eat breakfast.

"I'm more worried for Slice," I say honestly, I'm not nervous at all about being Reaped, "I don't want him to have to go into the Games."

"Don't worry," She says, giving a slight smile. "With all the people in the district, it's likely that neither of you will be reaped."

Reaping

The weather is gloomy and sad to match the mood of the District. Jilla Jorkins, the District Nine escort, happily makes her way to the stage. She's hoping this will be her last year escorting the District Nine tributes, they are always the gloomiest out of all the districts.

"Well, let's just get this started then!" Jilly says, not bothering with attempts to get the crowd excited, "Our female tribute is Switchara Relinton!"

A nervous looking girl makes her way to the stage, looking as though she is hyperventilating and passed out when she started going up the stairs.

An unamused Peacekeeper dragged her up the the stage, and Jilly gave her a minute to wake up before reaping the male.

"Our male tribute is... Lock?" She looked at the paper confused, but a seventeen year old boy was already making his way confidently to the stage.

Upon reaching the stage, he took Jilly's hand and kissed it. The escort looked surprised before she giggled and smiled.

"Looks like we have a charmer this year!" She said, "Good luck to our newest tributes!"

Switchara "Twitch" Relinton

I waited nervously for my visitors. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't have any, after I made such a fool of myself in front of all of Panem. I'll forever be known as the girl that fainted when she was reaped.

I begin to twitch when I think about it. That's how I got my nickname, I twitch a lot. I actually don't mind when people cal me Twitch at school. I know their doing it to make fun of me, but it makes me feel kind of special.

My family walks through the doors. My mother looks somewhat unsettled, but my father look broken up. My two brothers look somewhat sad, as well.

"Well, honey," My mom says, a slight frown on face. "I guess this is it. I know you'll try and make it home, but if you don't, know that I love you."

I nod as my mother quickly steps aside and my two brothers take her place.

Steph is my popular brother, he is loved by everyone in school, and is quite embarrassed by me most of the time.

"Well, Twitchy," He says, looking a little sad. "Try not to twitch so much in the arena, and you might be alright."

"You can do it, sis," Andy says, he's always been nicer to me than Steph.

When they step aside, my father comes to me. He's always the nicest out of everyone in our family to me.

"Switchara, I have something to tell you," He says, looking at me seriously. "I always ment to tell you this, but I coud never find the right words. You got your nervous disorder from me, I used to twitch when I was younger, too, but I grew out of it. And you can do that same. I love you, Switchara, and you can make it home, I know you can."

I smile at him as he kisses my forehead.

The peacekeepers lead my family out of my room, and, to my surprise, the door opens again. I don't have any friends.

Cara, a girl from my school, steps into the room. She isn't really my friend, but she always sticks up for me when other people were making fun of me.

"Hi, Switchara," she says giving me a small smile.

"Hi, Cara," I said, "I didn't think anyone would come visit me besides my family."

"I just wanted to wish you luck," She said, as she pulls something out of her pocket. It's a small, wooden horseshoe attached to a leather chord, "And give you this, it's a good luck charm, I want you to take it into the arena with you, as your token."

I'm shocked, I stutter out a 'thank you' as she gives me the charm. She is escorted out by the Peacekeepers, and they lead me to the train where I will ride to the Capitol.

A/N - Guests are gone, and chapters should be coming out quicker! Almost done with the reapings! Only three more! haha, they should be done pretty soon!

Hope you guys liked this chapter! :D