District 7 Reapings
Pine Treé (16) District 7 Female
I was walking home from the mall. Then it happened. The most horrible thing. A homeless person asked for money! I feel so bad that he has nothing, even if I'm not to blame. After all, I am the kindest and most generous girl in Panem! I belong in the Capitol where I was born, not here in some smelly District with trees all over. I drop some bills in front of him and smile. When we pass another homeless person, I chuck some coins at him, and yell "You're Welcome!" flashing my dazzling smile, so he knows how amazing and generous I am. I flip my hair and continue to my residence. It isn't a house, as it's much too big and fancy, a mansion maybe. Each time there is a homeless person, I spare some cash for them, the poor simpletons. I wish they were able to understand how stuff worked like us wealthy people so that they could get a job, but sadly, they just don't. One of them glares at me and pulls out a knife, so I hurry past her. They should be grateful for me, because despite their many flaws, I still give money to them, an incredibly generous action. I am so kind and lovely. Soon I arrive at home where my family waits. My parents are the ones who taught me how the homeless and poor are not as intelligent as us, but my brother Birch doesn't listen to them. He has this crazy idea that they are just as smart as we are, but if that was true, then why are they poor? At least he still feels bad for them and donates money, but I prefer to give it directly to them so that they know who to thank. I'm just such a nice and amazing girl, like I always say, the nicest in Panem! My dog Fir runs up to me and whines. He wants food, so I yell for someone to feed him. His pink fur looks so cute! I am super glad I dyed it. My brother said that it was cruel and all, but my book from the Capitol says that poodles should be pink. So obviously I had to do it. I couldn't find any paint so i just used food coloring, I think it worked pretty well. If he could talk, I am positive that he would thank me. I made sure that he didn't get in trouble with whoever enforces laws about poodles. Probably the vet or something, I wouldn't know. I went up to my room, the one with my bed, not my hangout room, and tried calling Ashley. She didn't answer. Neither did Paula, Mandy, Carol, or Susan. They don't ever pick up the phone, I can't imagine why. After all, I didn't really mean all those things I told people at school about Paula. And I said I was sorry for pushing Carol. None of the other things were my fault either. I'm just the sweetest girl in Panem!
Splinter Ironwood (18) District 7 Male
The mechanical whirring and buzzing was really starting to bother me. Was it getting louder? I look over at the machine as it buzzed through the tree and smoke was coming off of it.
"Hey, Look out! Somethings wrong with the machine!" I yell, running towards it. I know the guy operating it, Oaken, he's getting married in a month and now his life is in danger. Others are running away, not wanting to be there for the inevitable catastrophe but I can't leave him. I jump over fallen logs and put my hand above my eyes to protect from sawdust. The bright yellow outer shell of the machine is easy to see, and over the screeching of it, I can hear screaming. I push myself, running faster than i ever have before, trying to get there in time. I make it to the door and pull the handle but it opens just barely. I grab a thick branch and wedge it in, using it to pry the door open. I yank Oaken out and shove him ahead of me, we are both sprinting but I'm running out of energy. I stay quiet so that he doesn't stop for me, and slow down to catch my breath. I hear creaking and snapping, and I turn to look at what is making the noise. My head is still turning when a heavy object smashes into it, and I start blacking out. At least I saved Oaken, I think, before fading into darkness. I wake up in what appears to be a hospital bed. My head is pounding, the pain is unbearable, complete agony. I feel my head and there is a bandage wrapped around it. A doctor walks in and I ask what happened.
"You saved a man's life, and were struck by a falling tree. It's a miracle that you are alive, much less awake already."
"How long has it been?" I ask.
"Only two weeks," the doctor says, shaking his head. I lean back and close my eyes.
" I think I'm going to rest longer," I say, fading once more, but this time, I know that I'll wake up. I made it.
Sorry that Splinter's POV was shorter, but I felt like it fit better.