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Wild West

Vietnam

Ancient Egypt

Asian Hills (hard to describe what I mean. Like those ancient paintings with spindly mountains)

Raleigh Foster- District Ten female (14)

Fourteen-year-olds don't get Reaped for the Games. Next year I'd be more nervous about the Reaping but this year I was in the last year when most kids were safe. It was almost always kids who were eighteen or seventeen or at least sixteen. Part of that was explained by tesserae and the mere fact that older kids got more slips each year but I suspected part of it was from the Gamemakers. I was pretty sure they kept an eye on the slips and made sure hardly any little kids got picked. Gamemakers are people too and they don't want to kill little kids. Honestly I bet a lot of them didn't want to kill any kids and probably when President Snow died the Games would die out too.

Mia always got nervous at the Reapings. She was more nervous in general than I was and during the Reapings I always made extra sure to reassure her.

"I heard District Ten has almost twenty thousand people," I said. "That's probably five thousand kids. It sure looks like that many." The crowd went on and on all around us. There were kids almost as far as I could see. Everything smelled like dirt and manure and the farmy smell of children whose parents washed their clothes the night before the Reaping but who still had to go feed the cows before the sun came up.

I bent down and picked two clover flowers off the ground. I bent the stems into rings and gave one to Mia. "There. To match our bracelets." We'd had our friendship bracelets for more than five years. I supposed we'd have them forever.

Fluvius was getting old. He wore a less garish than usual gray suit with blue trim and it kind of seemed like it was designed for him with his graying hair and blue eyes. The murmuring of the kids in the crow went dead as he approached the bowl.

"Mia Tallerico!" he called.

I saw Mia's face and started to cry along with her. She whimpered as she tugged her hand free of mine and started walking to the stage, her face drawn like a crying baby's. It couldn't be Mia. It just couldn't. She was too little. We were supposed to be safe.

"Do we have any volunteers?" Fluvius called after Reaping the male Tribute.

"I volunteer as Tribute!" I called. I charged onto the stage, running past rows of shocked faces.

"Raleigh, no!" Mia whispered frantically. "You can't-"

"It's okay. I'll be fine," I said. That was what friends did. And it would turn out all right in the end. Good deeds got rewarded. Friendship could last through anything.

Tyler Alvarez- District Ten male (18)

People aren't good. The world isn't kind. Nothing turns out right in the end.

Everyone likes to say that someday the people will rise up and overthrow our tyrannic government. The people have risen up. Multiple times. They rise up over and over and each time they're crushed with so little effort most people never know there was a rebellion. My parents once thought that the people could overcome. Now they don't think anything at all.

Some people didn't even waste energy pretending anymore. They went around taking whatever they could and stepping on anyone who got in their way. There was never enough to go around in Ten and those who ate did so because someone else went hungry. People with connections to the Capitol ran the factory farms and hired Peacekeepers to make sure no one stole a chicken or saved back a handful of pig food for their own children. Those who didn't have Capitol connections used simple violence. Break-ins and muggings were common and it wasn't unheard of for someone to go missing and to see their possessions on the black market the next week.

A lone child was a product in Ten. The first thing that came to most people's minds when I said that did exist in Ten, like it did anywhere else, but we also had a huge problem with children being used as emotional bait. There were more beggars in Ten than there were donors and competition was fierce. Someone who sent out a raggedy child to plead for help found their profits went through the roof.

"I'm sorry! I'll keep working!"

The brown-skinned, dirt-streaked boy crossed his arms in front of his face as he backed away from the cheaply-dressed but far better-fed man, both of them across the empty road from me. It was clear from what I'd heard that the boy's begging had gone unheard and he had nothing to give his "employer".

"It's dark now! No one's out anymore!" the man growled. He drew back and was about to hit the boy when I hit him first. I landed a solid punch to his stomach and pivoted to throw him off balance and onto his backside.

"Fight someone your own size," I said. I disappeared down an alley while the man was still getting up, screaming oaths and promises of violence against me.

The kid was nowhere to be seen as I retreated. He'd vanished as soon as my fist hit the man's stomach, not eager to face the man after he'd been humiliated and would be even angrier at the person he believed to be at fault. If I was an optimist I'd say I'd given him a second chance at life but in reality nothing had changed for him. Within two days he'd be under some other thug's power hoping that his begging cup wouldn't be empty again at the end of the day. There was nothing I could do to stop that, just like I couldn't save all the other oppressed of Ten. But when I saw the abusers beating them, no matter how many times I saw it I would never not step in.

Raleigh: 5'2" and weights 100 pounds! She has long black hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes! She has a permanent smile on her face it nearly seems

Tyler: Tall, pretty strong, with tan skin from spending so much time outdoors. A number of scars all over his body.