A/N: Hi!

These are the District Eleven Reapings. I hope you like them!

Sorry if Toby is boring, he's a bloodbath.

Happy Halloween!


District Eleven Reapings

Toby Pulse-District Eleven

Even though it's Reaping Day today, I still have to get up early. I happen to live in one of the outlying fields of District Eleven, and it takes quite a while to walk to the town square. My parents and brother are already gone by the time I've eaten breakfast, washed my face, and changed into some decent clothes.

I hurry outside, and spot Hull leaning against a tree, waiting for me. "You're late," he says as I approach him.

"I know, I couldn't decide which shirt to wear," I reply.

He sighs. Hull couldn't care less about his appearance. "Let's go, then," he says. "I'll race you there."

. . .

One aching hour later, we finally reach the square and sign in. As soon as we find a place to stand in the fifteen year olds' section, the mayor starts reading the required speeches and other stuff.

As soon as he finishes, our district escort, a young man with spiky green hair, steps up. He reaches into the glass ball and pulls out a name.

"District Eleven! This year's girl tribute will be…"


Lilac Farnham-District Eleven

"…Lilac Farnham!" the escort announces.

No! I think. But I stay calm as I walk up to the stage.

How am I going to survive in the Hunger Games? I can't fight. I can't kill. But I'll have to figure out some way to come home, to come back to my parents, to Charissa and Bud.

But then I notice a flock of birds flying overhead, and suddenly I find my answer.

I'll use traps. I've caught plenty of groosling before. Catching a person shouldn't be too hard.

Yeah, like six feet of rope would catch a 200 pound creep with a sword, my realistic side thinks. But I manage to silence my negative side for now.

My thoughts are interrupted when the escort reaches into the boys' glass ball and picks a name.

"And your boy tribute will be Toby Pulse!"

A tall, lanky looking boy steps up next to me. The escort asks for another round of applause. But as usual, no one claps. At least the people in my district have a sense of decency.