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Sorry it's been so long! Only one Reaping left.

District 6 Reapings

Ryder Bee (15)

"Here."

My girlfriend, Marilyn Hash, presses something into my hand.

"What is this?" I ask.

"I made it," Marilyn says.

I open my hand and see a piece of strong blue yarn with a yellow painted, wooden sun charm tied on it.

"It matches your eyes," Marilyn explains, "Blue, with something happy always shining there."

I smile at Marilyn and kiss her.

"It's so perfect," I say.

I walk home to talk to my family before the Reaping and Marilyn does the same.

My parents wait for me in the front room. I take Riley, my 5 month old baby sister, from my mother and carry her to the Reaping. On the way there, I play with the charm in front of Riley. She doesn't understand it and I laugh at her innocent confusion.

I hand her back to my parents when we get to the square and I sign myself in. I don't catch sight of Marilyn in the crowd, so I assume she isn't here yet.

The Reaping begins and I feel really relieved when Marilyn isn't reaped.

"Ryder Bee!"

I start shaking but quickly stop myself. I must come across as strong.

I walk up to the stage and here sobs. Marilyn is being rushed out of the crowd by one of her friends. The Peacekeepers start moving toward them. Marilyn's friend, Kathy, starts to explain, but the Peacekeepers don't listen. They shove Marilyn and Kathy back into the crowd, but Kathy starts yelling at them and one grabs Kathy and the other grabs Marilyn.

All of this is happening while the Reaping continues.

"All right, everyone. Shake hands!" our escort says.

But instead of shaking hands, I find myself rushing down the stage steps toward the Peacekeepers who are holding Marilyn and Kathy. One Peacekeeper shoots blindly toward me; I guess I'm not hard to replace this early. The bullet hits another Peacekeeper and then it's open fire. The few Peacekeepers still in their right minds rush me and the other tributes into the Justice Building, but as we go inside, I see Marilyn keel over with a bullet in her stomach. Kathy starts screaming and kicking wildly. Hot tears pour down my cheeks, but I don't care anymore. The pain in my chest is unbearable, and my hand finds the pocket with Marilyn's gift. I turn around for a last glance and see Marilyn's beautiful, black hair hanging down toward the bloody ground.

Miles Roderick (14)

Dylan, my brother, roughly shakes me to wake me up.

"We're late."

I get out of bed and throw on a shirt and pants that look acceptable.

My family walks to the Reaping, and Dylan and I go sign in. Dylan is sixteen, so we go to different sections.

The Reaping begins.

"Ryder Bee!"

A boy between Dylan and my sections walks to the stage. A girl starts sobbing, but that's not really out of the ordinary. What is out of the ordinary is the same girl running out of the square. The Peacekeepers go talk to her and I turn back around just in time to hear the next name.

"Miles Roderick!"

And of course, it's mine.

I stand on the stage as the last boy is reaped, but then, the first boy, Ryder, runs out into the crowd. In less than a minute, guns are firing and I'm being rushed into the Justice Building along with the other tributes. THe Peacekeepers don't even let anyone in for visiting. I have an instant hatred for Ryder Bee.

Jason Benz (16) (age wasn't specified, 16 is now official age)

I shovel down the microscopic portion of oatmeal I was given. They don't have much money in the District 6 community home. They're too many of us. I get up from the table to put on my slightly less ratty clothes. A dull pain remains in my stomach.

We all stand in a line for the maids to check us. One stops in front of me, moving a strand of brownish-blond hair from my forehead to behind my ear.

All the orphans are required to walk in a straight line through the town and we're filed off into age groups. I stand amongst a few boys my age who sleep in my dorm.

The Reapings begin and the dull pain of hunger changes to a sharp pain of nerves.

"Ryder Bee!"

A boy walks to the stage.

"Miles Roderick!"

As another boy mounts the stage, a ruckus begins to become apparent in the back of the square.

"Jason Benz!"

I close my eyes, trying frantically to wake up. But this isn't a dream.

Right at the moment I step to the center of the stage, a gun fires. The first is followed by many more. Peacekeepers rush us into Town Hall. They tell us we aren't allowed visitation because of the situation that arose. I don't care, but I have a feeling the others do.

Crystal Nowther (14)

My mother pulls my shoulder length blond hair into the usual pigtails. I play with the snowflake charm on my wrist. My brother, Doodle, enters the kitchen. He's eleven.

"You took my chair!" Doodle yells at me.

"Did not!" I say.

"Your hair looks stupid!" Doodle says.

"Your name is stupid!" I say.

"I didn't name myself!" Doodle retorts.

"Hey!" my mother breaks in.

"It's Reaping Day! Respect each other," my father says, looking up from his cup of coffee.

I turn away from Doodle and fill my plate.

We walk to the Reaping and I start feeling a little guilty. I did take his chair. And it's not like I didn't know it. But still, it's a stupid thing he needs to get over.

I take my place inside the ropes set up.

"Crystal Nowther!"

I swallow back the lump in my throat.

I take my place on the stage and find Doodle's eyes in the crowd. He looks miserable.

We are finally ushered into the Justice Building, but after a shooting! They tell us we can't have visitors and I'm filled with rage and fear. I won't be able to tell Doodle that I'm sorry.

Galia Kern (12)

Kalyca, Wilona, and Tizane push and pinch each other to get to my hair. My shoulder length curly blond hair is draped sadly across my shoulders. They've all already done each others' hair and it all looks the same, like mine will be. I don't like getting my hair done or putting on pretty dresses. All my sisters do, which is why they had the marvelous idea to do my hair. Yay.

Tizane sneaks past the other two and gets the brush. Tizane is the youngest next to me. She's fourteen, Wilona is sixteen, and Kalyca is eighteen.

Wilona notices Tizane and snatches the brush away from her. As they all tug on the brush, I jump up and run outside where my parents are waiting.

"Where'd she go?" I hear Kalyca cry through the open window.

"She was sitting right here!" Wilona says in dismay.

"I was almost done with her hair!" Tizane says.

"Girls! Time to go!" my mother shouts.

"But Mom-" Wilona starts as she walks out the door.

"Galia is-" Tizane continues.

"Missing..." Kalyca says as her eyes land on me.

"You sneaky little-" Wilona starts.

"Weasel!" Tizane finishes.

"C'mon, we're going to be late!" I say with one of my rare grins.

They laugh and follow me.

We all sign in together at the Reaping and split up.

The Reapings start and I find myself more nervous than ever before. All of us are in danger.

"Crystal Nowther!"

A girl walks to the stage, shaking.

"Galia Kern!"

I walk to the stage, knowing that one of my sisters will volunteer and I'm scared. What if they die trying to protect me? Our escort moves to the bowl. She begins to read the next name and I'm filled with anger. Where are the volunteers? Why aren't my sisters, who are older and wiser and more prepared, taking my place?

As another girl joins me, I accept it. No one wants to volunteer for me.

After the boys are reaped, a gun fires. I find my sisters in the crowd and they look terrified, but they're okay. More guns fire and we're rushed into the building. They tell us with can't have visitors. I think about my sisters this morning. Even though they were fighting and I didn't like what they were trying to do, they were fighting over doing something nice for me. My eyes burn with tears and the rage is firing up in me. They didn't volunteer for me. Anger. I didn't get to say good bye. Sadness. Over and over again, those emotions play in my mind.

Jennifer Ueni (13)

I put on my emerald green dress decorated with blue feathers and push a feathered blue headband into my red hair. I meet my family in the hallway.

Hana and Cara are both in the Reaping too. Hana is 17 and Cara is 14. I have another sister, Paula, but she's only 11. We walk to the Reaping and I see a few of my friends. I stand with a couple girls I know and wave to my other friends.

The Reaping starts.

"Crystal Nowther!"

"Galia Kern!"

"Jennifer You... U... eh... Uehni? Ueni?"

I groan and walk up the stairs. Of course they can't pronounce my name. I'll just be victor and show them. But I won't be victor. I'm going to die. I tug on a feather on my dress. It slips out of the fabric into my hand. I know that it will be my token. Guns begin to fire and we're rushed inside. They tell us we're not allowed to have visitors. I run to the grimy window and look for my family, but the Peacekeepers yank me back to the group.

"You're not getting away that easily," one chuckles.

I don't think it's funny.

Some of these are short, but their bios sent in were short too.

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