Here we go! District 8! Thank you the lovely eighty-eight for this duo!

Terrance "Terry" Jackson- 16- District 8 Male

I finally finish cleaning the house up after the party I had last night. I consider myself to be chill, but I can throw a wild party. I am popular at my school... I just wanted to help kids feeling scared that they would be reaped feel better about their chances.

I invited younger and older kids alike. My parents were cool with it. Just as long as there is no violence. They are hippies. I like peace with them, but I do not really think I am a hippie though.

My friends are here though. Darren and Mary, my best friends, to be exact.

"That was an awesome party dude!" Darren says, laughing. Mary is knocked out cold... she snuck beer in... she is 16.

She wakes up, and gives us a thumbs up.

She drunkenly giggles, and I help her up.

"Damn girl." I say. She just slurs something.

"We have to go to the reapings though." Darren suddenly says.

Ugh... the reapings. My least favorite time of the year. It only happened to us once, because of the 10-year delay. Last year Cade and Jessamyn were reaped. I recall that District 8 was the first District out. Jessamyn was shot by the boy from 1 and Cade was killed for being gay. I don't get why the capitol could just not care, is it really a crime? I stop thinking about the past, because this is not the past.

This is now. And now, I could be reaped.

"Mom!" I yell. "Dad! It is time to go to the reapings."

Darren and Mary go back to their houses to get ready, and mom and dad talk to me for a bit before we head to the reapings.

"I really hope you are not reaped. I don't like the games due to their violence." mom frowns.

"Yes." I reply with a slight frown. I do not want to be reaped. I am not naïve. I know I would most likely die.

We get to the reapings, and our escort, named Dill... the most forgettable escort if we are being honest. Which I am. Anyways... I get my finger pricked and my blood seeps down my finger, and I head to the 16-year-old section.

We are forced to listen to the video... which I do not hate too bad. War is terrible.

Dill talks about how Epsilon presses 9. (It is an inside joke.) Everyone gets to the reapings while we do this, and she smiles as she goes to pick a boy's name.

"Terrance Jackson!"

I gasp, as does some people from around my area.

I tried to make people feel better about THEIR chances, but my chances of being picked were high the whole time.

How ironic.

Rachael Smith- 16- District 8 Female

My breathing gets heavier after every pound I add to the weight. I gasp, and I drink a lot of water. Now that my daily exercise is done, I have to go home. I work out instead of play... I don't know why.

"You did good." My crush, Staci, tells me. (this is like the third lesbian xD)

I stand up. "I know I did."

"Always the athlete, are you?" Staci asks me.

"Yes." I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Are you going to bully Layla again?" Staci asks me.

"Oh, come on! I was just telling the truth!" I say.

Well, I am not wrong. There is this ugly girl named Layla, and she kept saying she looked pretty. I told her she was ugly, and she started to cry. I did not mean to make her cry, I am just telling the truth.

I guess I am one of those people who will just say it like it is. Not that this is a bad thing, but eh. I guess it just makes people sad.

Well, the truth hurts.

I walk home after saying bye to Staci, and I open the door and walk inside.

My mom is looking at me.

"You will volunteer for your little sisters if they are reaped, right?" mom asks me. She wants me to.

"Yes, mom." I say, putting a fake smile on. I lied. I would not volunteer. I love my sisters, but I just won't. But would mom want me dead or... I sigh, shaking my head.

"Ok." she says. "Thank you. I would just rather have any of you reaped, but on the off-chance..."

She mumbles off, looking upset. Well duh, three of her kids could be reaped! I literally won't expect her to start dancing or something.

Great, now that thought is in my head... anyway, we head to the reapings. Myself, mom, and my sister, Bellona and SALAMI! OMG!

I made this whole thing so dramatic, but hey, anything to make this better. Oh yeah, dad is here too!

We get there, and Dill... who is dressed as a pickle is waiting. I barely feel the prick of the needle in my skin, and I just glare at the prick who gave me a prick.

I am confused about what I just said... ahem! Dill Pickle, my new name for her, is now drawing a name from the reaping bowl for the boys... but first, a video! About the dark days.

"War, Terrible War."

I would die for this to end.

When it finally ends, a boy is reaped. Oh yeah! That is Terry! He had an amazing party last night! Staci ate a bunch of chips. I frown at him being reaped. I cannot get reaped, right!

"Rachael Smith!" Dill Pickle says. What! No!

I begin to panic. What the heck! How! Why!

I start to have a mental breakdown right as the reapings end.

I failed this chapter too! My guess for most rankings will be Terrance will be Neutral or Like, while Rachael is Neutral or Dislike. Cause I have no confidence you will like the tributes I write for. Cheers.

Questions:

Thoughts on the pair?

Who do you like better?

What was your favorite death of the last games?

And most importantly...

ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE