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Jasna Kopitar, 16, District 10 Female

"Jasna! Over here!" I hear my friends shout.

"Coming!" I reply while I roll my eyes. My friends can be so impatient sometimes. They are always in such a hurry just to walk together in the hallways to get to our classes. My friend group is made up of five people. There is Angus, Oskar, Mark, Merona, and me.

"Jasna, you still there?" Merona interrupts me from my thoughts so we can all walk down to the commons so we can be dismissed early for reaping day today.

"Yep, I was just lost in my thoughts." I reply to her as we leave the hallway full of lockers. I smile brightly at the rest of my friends as we each depart from school and head towards our homes.

As I open the front door, my sight drifts toward our kitchen from which I hear pots and pans clattering. I freeze up as I notice that my uncle has come to visit us. I can't even recall the last time that he even visited our house. Usually, about every month or so we go visit him on his farm.

I have grown to hate the times that we visit him. Every single time, I am forced to witness and watch as he beats the young men and women that work for him.

I stammer, "Hi Uncle Dave, hi dad. I'm gonna go up to my room and get ready." I don't even wait to hear their responses before I am almost sprinting up the stairs. I go through my closet quickly and decide on wearing a pretty coral colored dress. I set it out on my bed with a pair of glittery black strappy sandals. I then take a quick shower and dry off. I mutter to myself, "Good riddance." I have also decided since it is so hot outside that I am going to french braid my hair instead of leaving it down. I sit down at my vanity and search through it for a couple hair ties. Once I locate them, I spend a couple minutes of my time tightly braiding my hair. I then tie it off and stand up, pushing my stool in. Quickly, I exit out of my room and head downstairs. I can still hear a commotion in the kitchen, letting me know that my dad and uncle are still attempting to cook brunch that we will eat before the reaping.

"Hi Jasna. You sure look great for the reaping." I hear my dad say, snapping me out of my daze.

"You look pretty good too." I respond to my dad, who is wearing a yellow button down shirt with khakis.

Uncle Dave tells me, "Be ready to eat soon. We are almost done making scrambled eggs and sausage."

I smile and reply, "Thanks Uncle Dave, you too dad. I'm positive that it will be even better than last time I had that." After the food is ready, I pile eggs and sausage on my plate and sit down. Uncle Dave and dad fill their plates, sit down at the table and start eating. I do as well and practically inhale my food. The time passes by quickly, and soon it is reaping time. Almost as if on cue, a peacekeeper knocks on our door, here to escort me and my dad to the reaping. As soon as we get to the square where the reaping usually takes place, I am directed to the line of teenagers waiting for their turn to get checked in, and my dad is directed to a large roped off section of parents.

"Next." I hear the woman checking people in say, and I realize I am the next person in line. I take a deep breath and step forward. I give my hand to her and close my eyes. Once I feel my hand being released, I open my eyes and walk down the aisle in the middle to the 16 year old section. After what feels like ages, the escort mounts the stage and walks up to the microphone.

I hear him say, "Hello everyone! I'm so excited to be picking the male and female tribute that will represent District 10 in the 131st Annual Hunger Games! He actually looks almost sad when we have to watch the ancient film that we watch every year. I think he really wants to pick the tributes. Usually escorts are more excited about the film that we see. As soon as it wraps up, he wastes no time strutting up to the girl's bowl and plucking out a name. He opens it up and shouts out, "Jasna Kopitar!" I clap a hand over my mouth in horror. I look to my right where Merona is standing and tears are beginning to drip down her usually cheery face. I begin to cry silently and make my way out into the aisle to walk up to the stage where I will be surely taken to my demise. I start to realize that the odds aren't in my favor, and I know for certain that I won't make it back home.

Nevio Cavallo, 17, District 10 Male

Today is reaping day. I am happy today, not because I probably won't get picked, but because our boss isn't here at the farm today. I think we are all glad that he is visiting family in the District. He is also a very abusive person, and we don't get much break time. I still have bruises from where he hit me a couple of days ago for "not working fast enough". I suddenly hear the clanging of a cowbell.

The man in charge yells, "Alright! Early finish time for reaping day! Go get ready!" The workers in my coop are already beginning to grab their egg baskets and exiting through the small door. I am the last one out, so I shut the door and secure the latch when I get out. I follow the others to the barn and put my basket next to all the others. I walk up to the road and start walking to where me, Bovine, and Chopp are currently staying.

Our father died about 3 years ago, and my mother died when she gave birth to Chopp. Bovine is my younger sister, but at 14 she is very mature for her age. Chopp is the baby of the family at 3. While I am at work every day, Bovine takes care of Chopp. I am really appreciative of her for doing that. I want Chopp to have a good childhood. But alas, it is almost reaping time. I attempt to fix my hair, but give up quickly. It is really a lost cause. I inhale a deep breath and take my siblings by the hand. We walk together to the reaping and I tell Chopp to go stand with one of my coworkers who is too old to be reaped. Bovine and I get in line to get checked in.

The woman calls, "Next." I step forward and surrender my hand to her cold, gloved one. She pricks it and presses it down on the table. I am directed to my section, and eventually the reaping commences. The escort is way too overexcited to be picking the tributes. I assume it is his first year. After the dull and boring film ends, he bounds over to the girls bowl and draws out a name. I am praying it isn't Bovine.

He screeches, "Jasna Kopitar!" I actually let my mouth form a smile. My very abusive boss is Dave Kopitar, but I don't recall that he had a daughter. All of a sudden, I realize that Jasna is actually his niece. It makes me feel worse that I was happy about her getting reaped. From what I have heard about her, she is very sweet and gentle, and she won't hurt a fly. My head snaps back to the stage where the escort has already drawn the boy's name. He cracks the seal on the paper and opens it. My heart starts pounding, and he says, "Nevio Cavallo!" I freeze, but then snap out of it. I am going to stay strong for Chopp and Bovine. I attempt to smile at Jasna to make her feel better. When her name was called, she was practically crying her eyes out. I noticeably see a difference in her stance after she looks at me, she looks a lot more relaxed. We then shake hands, and I know that I want Jasna to live, but I want to live too. I just hope that we both have a chance to leave the arena alive.

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