District 5; Honoria Davis aged 18
I pull a couple of ninja spikes out of my belt, and throw them at an apple I balanced on a wall. One hits it dead center, and sticks into a nearby tree. A bolt of electricity shoots out, and my eyes widen. I forgot that they had put electricity wires through trees. They had found some way to channel into trees energy waves, and photosynthesis sugars, and create electricity. As bolts of electric fly out of the tree, I run away. That's one less spike to protect me. And if I didn't keep them I'd be dead.
You see, in our district, during the rebellion, our district was kind of halved. Half sided with the rebels, and half sided with the Capitol. My family sided with the Capitol, and it earned us abuse. Seeing as the kids use the Training Center, they know how to use weaponry. That means I'm a constant target, to be killed for being a traitor. So I carry weapons too. It protects me. Normally, once they see I'm armed, they leave it off. But, once or twice, they haven't left it and I've had to gain a notch on my scale of kills. The Peacekeepers see, but don't care. To them, filing a murder report is unnecessary paperwork.
I bring home the bread I 'found' in the streets to find my parents are still working. I shrug my shoulders, then I throw my hair so it tumbles down my back in glossy black waves. After that I nibble on the bread. My parents have never had enough money to keep me, so I steal food so they don't have to keep me. After this last reaping, which I know I won't get picked for, I'll move out. I dress for the reaping, then head out to watch who gets picked for certain death.
By the trainers, I am called arrogant. I like to call it, sure. That's why I'm SURE I won't be picked. Not I'm arrogant I won't be picked. And they call me stupid. Anywho, the reaping. Where one lucky man and woman get to go be killed. Happy days. And I'm picked. Who loves the amazing Capitol now, eh mother!
District 5; Andrew Encisco aged 14
Me, Jo, Tee, and Electric are at the Training Center before the reaping. If we get picked we don't want to be easy pickings; bloodbaths. We want to be victors, remembered, not deceased and forgotten. Anyway, I pick up my sword, and slash some dummies to bits. I then ask an Avox to go against me in hand to hand combat. They send the best there is, but I still win. I'm amazing at things that require strength. Not so good with long range weaponry, or running. Or stealth. Still, I try the Gauntlet, and I can't reach the end. I can't figure out how to run and dodge. It confuses me.
Its in that moment, for some strange reason, that I realise, if I ever went into the Games, I probably couldn't kill. I don't want to hurt anyone. It'd be changing me into something I'm not. Same with alliances. I can't go into a group with people I barely know. That's why I have a couple of choice friends instead of a big group. At least I actually know them.
My mother bakes, and I see she's made fresh cookies, as it's reaping day. I reach for one, and she slaps my hand.
"No, AFTER the reaping you can eat. Not BEFORE, AFTER, got that? Entered your tiny little brain?"
My mother tries to reach and pat my head, but, seeing as she's tiny, she just reaches my shoulder. I chuckle, then lift her up so she can pat my head.
"I love you mom. Don't forget that." I say. She looks close to tears, and replies "I love you too, and I never will." Then she does the district 5 sign of love, a air drawing of a zigzag to represent electricity. It sucks, but I get the message, and relay it back to her. Her hand clasped over her heart, she waves me off to the reaping.
I stand with Jo, Tee and Electric. The female tribute is already up there, and she seems to be smiling in malice for some reason. I feel pretty creeped out. The male is picked.
"Electric Catren." the escort reads out with determination. Electric slowly walks forward. I follow him and yell "I volunteer!" I'm loyal to my friends, and one thing I would never do is let them go into the Games.
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