Okay, so don't be angry if these reapings are short, each one is limited to 1500 words and should have at least 1000 words. So basically you get 500 words! Yay be happy :D lol I'm weird at night!

District Eight Reapings

Boxer Lightwood

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I hear the front door creak open, the ceder that makes it is cheep and splintered, I grumble and roll onto my belly, trying to block out all the noise, it's early in the morning and freezing outside, a chilling wind sweeps into my bedroom, I pull the covers up closer around me and try to get away from the freaking wind. Soon I drift back off to sleep, darkness surrounding me.

"Come on Boxer, hurry up I'm bored!" Alyce shouts, she's sitting in the living room, making tons of noise. I don't know how she manages to get her way into my house every morning to bug me, even when I constantly move the spare key, but she's Alyce and Alyce knows how to do everything.

I wrench myself out of bed, feeling limp and tired. Alyce walks in, ignoring that I'm still in my boxers, and hands me a piece of toast, it's charred and black, plus the butter just slipped to my floor.

"Um, thanks," I grumble as I take it, and set it down on my nightstand. Mum, Dad and Anthony have already gone and I kind of wish they'd wait for me, just once.

Slowly I pull on my clothes, not really bothering to look at what I'm wearing, It's gloomy out today, no sun, no rain, no nothing. Alyce tugs on my wrist her green eyes meeting mine.

"Come on!" she snaps pulling me through the doorway. I'm vaguely aware that I should care about everything that's going on, the reapings and all, but it really doesn't matter to me. All that does is just not getting picked, and going back to bed once this whole pony show is over. Alyce drags me through the gloom and fog to the town square and begins to straighten up my hair. I like Alyce a lot, she cares about me, and honestly really gets me.

We both stand in silence with the rest of district eight, the stupid announcer is probably late or something because all we're staring at is a blank stage, that's practically falling apart.

"Hey... Boxer, you think that someone from the McCoy family is gonna get picked, they have like 20 kids," Alyce laughs, she's kind of loud and everybody looks towards us, I smile at her, and glare at everyone her gave her a funny look.

Still no sign of the lady, and everyone is starting to get restless.

"Good Morning District Eight!" the woman says, running out onto the worn down stage, her hair is messy and you can tell she just got out of bed.

She keeps talking, and talking and Alyce and I begin a thumb war for the heck of it. The reapings here are always long, boring and uneventful, nobody volunteers, nobody kicks and screams when they go up, nobody does much.

"Boxer Lightwood!"

My head snaps up, that's me. I just got reaped. Crap.

"What! No that's bull, this is totally rigged, you suck! Boxer don't go!" Alyce screams, and begins shoving everyone near her.

"It's okay Ally, I'll be fine," I whisper to her, trying to calm her down.

"No! No, this is bull!" she screams a peacekeeper approaches her and she dives for them, tumbling to the ground and pulling the poor guy along with her.

"Alyce!" I yelp and try to pull her off, gosh she's so protective.

Finally, with the help of some bystanders, we pull a biting screaming Alyce away.

I run up towards the stage, feeling heat on my cheeks for Alyce's weird breakout. Well, at least something happened, I can't believe I complained

Astrid Phillipe

Yes, I'm awake, making breakfast because apparently, even when it's the reaping, your stupid household chore rules still apply and apparently when you call your sister a jerk, you have to make breakfast even when it's not your freaking turn.

I set out the pancakes, and spit on the one I put in Olive's place, then add some vinegar to her orange juice, that should teach her to mess with me...

Soon Mum and Dad are waltzing down the staircase, looking tired and overworked.

"Oh look! Thank you Astrid," Mum says a little to sarcastically, then with her eyes adds, you deserved to get up and make it.

They both take their regular seats, and begin to eat my food, I stand impatiently by my chair, I'm starving and can't even have a bite of my own pancakes until Miss Perfect comes downstairs.

Soon I see her come waltzing down the stairs, smiling at us with those stupid naturally pink lips and big doe eyes, I glare at her as she takes a seat.

"Good Morning, Mum, Dad, Astrid," she says with her high pitched voice.

"Good morning Olive!" Mum and Dad both say in unison, neither of them snide.

I angrily stab into my pancake and swallow hard, my knife squeaking against the china.

"Astrid!" Mum snaps, giving me "the look".

I sigh and stop, then mimic how Olive is eating, there, they can't snap at me now.

"Oh... Astrid, I'm not thirsty, and you don't have a drink, did you want mine?" Olive asks, with a coy smile on her lips, how the hell did she know?

"No thanks," I grow, pushing the juice away.

Mum looks at me again, and I grab it from Olive, just to prove it's not that bad (which it is).

"I told Violet I'd meet her at the pike, can I?" I ask cautiously, Mum and Dad both look at me, then make a silent agreement with each other through their eyes.

"Sure," Dad finally says, I leap up from my seat and run out the door, glad to be out of there. Soon, after a long run, I'm at the pike, where Violet is waiting, her legs crossed and she's looking hazily off into the distance.

"Come on," I say simply, she smiles at me and we both hurry towards the stage where the whole thing is set up, the sun is just peeking slightly over the mountains, giving off a beautiful glow on the whole square.

Soon a smiley lady takes the stage, she grins at all of us.

"Good Morning District Eight!" she says softly into the mic, everyone grumbles a response, no one wants to be here, doing this.

"Now, let's get on with the girls?" she practically asks us, she's super shy I guess because she can barely talk above our whispers.

I look up to see the guy who was picked, oh, I know him, Boxer, total player...

"Astrid Phillpe!"

That's me. Oh jeez. Oh my god. Oh my god. That's ME.

I walk up onto the stage, pure shock running through me.

I fish my family out of the crowd, Olive looks up at me with a smirk, Mum and Dad look pretty stunned, I was gonna win this, and show that I could do something better than Olive.