The Reaping of District 2: Aidan Zalingway

Today is the Reaping. The first ever Reaping. Apparently we are bad so now they punish us by making kids fight to the death. How pathetic and stupid. It was one rebellion and now they make us kill each other. Our lives already suck!

I walk into the bathroom and brush out my dirty blond hair. My hazel eyes look tired and I'm tall. Also, I'm athletic, which is a big plus if I get picked to be in the Hunger Games. But I know I can win. I'm eighteen, so it shouldn't be too hard. All I have to do is kill a few people, try to find food and water, and then hide. Easy as pie. And since I have been secretly training, then of course I can win. I'm good with a knife, spear, and sword. I'm an expert with those three things, and I'm good at being in charge. If I'm not in charge, then I will blow up.

I grab a knife and walk outside towards the town. The Reaping doesn't start for a little bit, so I decide to just go for a little walk to clear my head. But my head doesn't want to clear away it's thoughts. I keep thinking about what's going to happen if I go to the Hunger Games. Will I die right away? Doubt it. Will I live for a while? Of course. Will I win? I'd be stupid to not think that. I want a good alliance. Like, some people like me. Athletic, smart, and good with weapons.

I walk back home and pack up my weapons. Our house doesn't look too bad. Only a few broken windows and tattered furniture. The carpet sort of comes apart, but it will have to do. I get dressed in my nice jeans and shirt and brush my hair one last time. You want to make an impression at the Reapings in order to win. That's pretty much rule number one.

I walk to the square and stand with my age group. My parents stand where all of the other parents stand and I wave at them. They wave back, smiling. We are the kind of family that want to be picked for the Hunger Games. All of the other families fear that their small child will be picked. And when their child is picked, they sob then they will go home and close themselves from reality, hoping that what just happened was all a dream. That their child will wake up the next morning and come bouncing on their bed, waiting for breakfast to come.

The mayor steps on stage and clears his throat into the microphone. Everyone quiets down as the anthem plays. Some people from the Capitol sit in seats in the front row. They smile to each other and point to the kids that they want in the Games. When the anthem stops, the mayor tells the story of Panem, then the destruction of District 13 that led to the Hunger Games. When he finally finishes, a man and women walk on stage and smiles fill their faces.

"Hello, District 2!" The women says in a high pitched voice. She has bright pink hair and it looks like the smile was sewn onto her face. "I am Rose and this is Andrew! I will be the escort and Andrew will be you mentor!" Some people clap. "May the odds be ever in your favor! And now, the Reaping of District 2! Ladies first." Rose reaches into the jar and grabs a piece of the paper. She smiles and then reads the name. "Ebony Deathday!"

A girl with black short hair walks up to the stage. She smiles at everyone and shakes hands with Rose and Andrew. "And your eighteen, right?" Rose asks. Ebony nods and she takes a seat. "And now for the boy!" Rose reaches into the jar again and pulls out a slip of paper. "Aidan Zalingway!"

I walk up to the stage and shake hands with Rose and Andrew. I take a seat next to Ebony and I smile at her. She shakes her head and looks straight ahead at the audience. I pray that I can live through this, but I know I can. I know I can win the first ever Hunger Games.

The Reaping of District 2: Ebony Deathday

I wake up in the morning in my large bed. My room is big, but not that bit. The sun shines through the shades and I pull them back. The sun is bright and some clouds cover the sky. I jump off my bed and grab some breakfast. I eat some cereal and then sit on the couch. Today is Reaping day. That means we can go to the Hunger Games, a game in which kids fight to the death. A perfect game for some people, and maybe me.

My mom walks into our living room and gives me a reassuring smile. I smile back at her and she says, "Happy Hunger Games!" I laugh and she takes a seat next to me. She rubs my back and sighs.

"It will be wonderful if you make it in the Hunger Games. Your siblings have always been achievers! Your brother is the head of the Peacekeepers and your sister is working in the Capitol. Life is pretty darn good." I laugh weakly, feeling the pressure.

We use to live in the Capitol. Then we moved to District 2 after hearing about the Hunger Games. My brother then became head Peacekeeper and my mom came up with some of the Hunger Games stuff. Like the killing part. My sister went back to the Capitol to work there, then. Ever since my mother has been training me for the Games. I'm good at swimming, hand to hand, speed, and most weapons.

"We should get going," Mom says. I nod and I go back to my room.

We get a big house because we use to live in the Capitol. They give us lots of money too because of my brother and sister. And because my mom helped come up with the Hunger Games. Most people hate us in District 2, but we don't care. We are happy with our lives.

I put on a red dress that goes down to my knees. I brush out my hair and push it behind my ears. I smile into the mirror then head back to the living room. My brother is here now and is dressed in a black suite. My mother is dressed in a white simple dress and her hair is down too, and is behind her ears.

"Ready?" My brother asks me.

"Of course!" I say.

We walk down to the square together. I enter my age group and my brother sits in the front row with the Peacekeepers. I stand in the group, then two people walk on stage. They introduce themselves, then get started on the Reapings.

"Ladies first!" Rose says. I cross my fingers and my heart beats so much it feels like its about to come up my throat. "Ebony Deathday!"

I walk on stage with a smile on my face. I shake Rose and Andrew's hands and take a seat on stage. They call out the boy tribute. His name is Aidan Zalingway. He looks mean, but smiles at me as he takes his seat next to me.

Then, we are taken into custody to prep for The Hunger Games.

Author's Note:

I don't own the Hunger Games.

Here is the Reapings for District 2! Sorry if it takes a while to update cause my dad just moved and the internet sucks out here.

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