Audrena's POV
This is so scary! I don't want to be reaped, nuh uh! I'm afraid of everything!
The movie about some kind of rebellion starts. Ack! Death!
Then the mayor reads the Treaty of...something. Dark Days...I'm afraid of the dark!
Finally, the creepy looking lady walks up to the stage. Creeper! I mean, who uses that much make up?
She plucks a piece of paper out of the reaping ball. I feel bad for the person who's reap-
"Audrena Mars!" EEK! THAT'S ME! I start screaming and try to run away, but the peacekeepers catch me. "No! I don't wanna die! I'M TOO YOUNG!" I shout.
Great, nobody will volunteer for me...
Emilia's POV
That girl...I think I know her. Everybody calls her Audrey. She was freaking out! I actually feel really bad for her. But I've never really talked to her.
The escort picks out another name. "Emilia North!"
I'm practically frozen. N-No, I don't want to be reaped. But I don't want to make a scene...
I slowly walk up to the stage, expressionless. I don't know about this, I'll probably be dead very early.
Asa's POV
Hmm...those are some interesting tributes. I glance over at Rolleo...hopefully none of us will be reaped.
The escort picks out a name.
"Asa Star!" T-That's me...
"Asa! Run!" Rolleo yells. I ignore him. I can barely hear his yelling over my crying.
I was just reaped...I'm dead for sure.
Harvey's POV
Heh. All of those girls are whimps. The one that freaked out is sobbing, head in her hands.
I really want to die! I have no family, so I want to be reaped. If not, I'll volunteer.
The Capitol woman plucks out a piece of paper that holds the future...
"Hornet Hanson!" Danget! Oh wow, Hornet is just a newborn.
"I volunteer for Hornet!" I shout and walk up to the stage. "Harvey Bethel."
Wrake's POV
I am very grateful for Harvey Bethel. He saved my great granchild who was recently born.
Hopefully, none of my other family members will be reaped.
"Wrake Hanson!" That's me...I hobble up the stage, my cane supporting me. My daughter and son are crying, and so are all of my other family members. They know that my time has come...
Tommy's POV
A really old man was just reaped. Man, I would be scared to death if I was reaped! Plus, all of the boys on the stage are...old...
The creepy-looking lady swirls her hand around the reaping ball and finally picks out a name.
Not me, not me, not me...not me!
"Tommy Cartwal!"
I start to cry. No! I don't want to die! I'm just...too young! "No!" I yell as peacekeepers drag me up to the stage. I continue to cry. What just happened!