District 11 Reapings

Mara Spelt, 13, District 11 Female

"It is certain." Another fortune told. The future has been revealed. My brother's eyes widened.

"Wow! I can't wait for it!" He wanted to know if he'd get the day off from school on his birthday. I wasn't expecting it but the 8 ball said it would happen. "I bet you'll have a world class geography teacher," I said, smiling. Melon was so cute. I was glad he trusted my fortunes, as some other kids didn't seem to understand that my abilities were legitimate. Today was the District Fair, the one day a year we could have fun and not worry about work or hunger. My booth was next to a boy with a bright red face and for some reason green hair. He was selling shirtless pictures of himself and it wasn't going so great. Melon wandered off to find other stuff to look at and I turned to the boy next to me.

"You look like a tomato," I said. He glared at me and grumbled. A cough interrupted me. I looked back and saw a teenage girl standing there with her arms crossed.

"So, uh, are you gonna, like, tell me who's gonna ask me out?"

"Sorry," I said. "It doesn't work like that. I can only answer yes or no questions."

"Ugghhh, whatever." she walked away, rolling her eyes. The next customer came up.

"What have ya got for me?" I asked. He put a candy bar on the table.

"Am I gonna get reaped for the Hunger Games?" The downside of the District Fair was that it was to celebrate the Hunger Games coming up. I shook my 8 ball and read the answer.

"Better not tell you now."

"What?" he asked.

"That's what the ball says, sorry." I said.

"Well can you try again?"

"I only do that when it says to." I explained

"Oh," he shuffled away with his head down.

A little girl came up to me with a lollipop in her hand and placed it in front of me.

"Hi there!" I said cheerfully.

"Hello. Can you answer my question please?" she asked.

"Sure! What is it?"

"Is my kitty gonna come back?" She started tearing up. I shook the ball. It said outlook not so good.

I said "Outlook good!" She smiled.

"Thank you!" She pranced off. Normally I wouldn't lie but I felt so bad. And it didn't say no for sure. So I wasn't really lying as much as stretching the truth. That's what I told myself, anyway.

Strawberry McMuffin, 18, District 11 Male

I flexed my muscles and snapped another selfie. These muscles were for posing, not for working. My family farms tomatoes, but I get out of work whenever possible. They can figure it out without me. My dad has always been a jerk to me so I don't give a crap about him. My mom doesn't have time for me. My brother Boomer is super weird, he likes to burn things. I can hardly stand any of them. The only decent one was my sister Marie.

I took more pictures before I put my camera away and walked outside. I took a machete and cut some tomato plants down. It didn't help anybody but it amused me. I walked to the District Fair. I had a booth selling selfies. I was next to some little girl. She had a weird ball and was reading something off of it to people. She turned to me. "You look like a tomato." I glared at her. How dare she insult me like that! "I'm gonna get you later," I muttered. She turned back to her station. I decided to take my business elsewhere, so I packed up my stuff. I couldn't find another spot, but when I went back, my old spot was taken. I groaned.

"Ughhh, why can't I just sell my beautiful pictures?" I complained to nobody. I decided to go home and take some more pictures of myself. Maybe I'd oil up. On the way home I passed a group of cute girls. I grinned and flexed my muscles. They rolled their eyes. Fine then. I kicked some dirt at them and they squealed. I chuckled. If they are gonna disrespect my beautiful body like that then I'll disrespect them.

Once I got home, I took out the oil. I unscrewed the cap and paused. Maybe I should cook something instead. I was pretty hungry. So I got out my utensils and began preparing a casserole. I enjoy cooking, although nothing with tomatoes, of course. Tomatoes disgust me. I cannot stand them. All my life has been tomato this, tomato that, and I'm sick of it! That's why I got into cooking, so I can make my own choices about food. The oven dinged, signaling the temperature was high enough, so I took my casserole and put it in the oven. The aroma filled the air as it baked to perfection.

Sorry if this chapter is bad, I really wanted to get one out and I feel like its good! Thanks to SilverFlowerXRavenpaw and Averyrandomauthor for these two! I guess I'll put a poll on my profile for the next district.