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District 9
My name is Salley Lorcan. I'm an average kid with an average life. I-AAAARRGGGHHH another reject. Salley threw the sheet of paper, now wadded up, in the overflowing trash can.
After moving from District 11 to District 9, she had to write a "get to know me" paper for her new school. But that was totally failing.
Because no matter in what words she used her life was boring. She had a routine that she followed every day and nothing "weird" or "cool" ever happened to her. She could write about life in District 11 but after seeing what they did when that girl, Rue, died two years ago she didn't think they would like it very much if she told another District everything about them.
Thinking back to the Peacekeepers in 11, she didn't think the Capitol would like that very much either. She was boring. There was no way around it.

Elliott Leyson opened the door for his friends. "Hey guys, let's go chill in my room!"
Warren looked around the corner. When they walked past him he followed them to the basement and leaned against the door and heard the older boys talking about the movie they'd gone to the night before that was so violent he hadn't been allowed to see it. He leaned closer to catch the details...
"Come on in Warren," said Elliott with a sigh. "What is it this time?"
There was something, actually. It had been preying on Warren's mind ever since his last birthday, his twelfth.
"What if I get reaped?" he blurted.
Elliott's friends laughed.
"That's enough from you guys," Elliott snapped. "Dude, if you get reaped then I'm gonna volunteer for you. Duh."
"WARREN! LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!" yelled Mrs Leyson.
"OKAYYYYY!" he yelled back. This was such a cool day! Elliott said he would volunteer for him and he called him Dude!

District 9's town square isn't much to look at. It was really just a cement paved square. But for two kids it would be the last they would ever see of home. They watched the video about the war and the Treaty of the Treason. Then it was time for the reaping.
"Salley Lorcan."
Sometimes she really hated irony.

Elliott thinks the escort is really weird. And of course he's right! He's always right! The weirdo escort draws a name and it's Warren Leyson! Later Elliott and the other guys would make fun of the tribute and say how scared he was! But then one of the guys in his class whispered in his ear, "Hey Leyson. That's you."
Oh...yeah. But, it was okay! Any second now Elliott's voice would come from the eighteen years olds and volunteer for him. But then someone grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him up to the stage.
Elliott! You said... You said...
Elliott lied?! A wave of nausea hit Warren, and he threw up on the Escort's fancy Capitol shoes.

District 10
Gil Havens closed the latch on the fence to make sure all the cows stayed in the field where they belonged. Then he turned around to get back to the house and his Mom's amazing pancakes. The cows hadn't caused much trouble that day, not like some times before. He shuddered as he remembered that time when he was just eleven years old and a cow had tried to trample him in the east field, and he'd had to wrestle it down, giving him sore muscles for weeks afterwards. It's happened a few times actually so he's gotten good at it; he's now bigger and stronger than he was before and bigger than the other kids in school. All you do is herd the cows all day in district 10. He had to take care of a lot of stuff since he was an only child and lost his dad. The reapings are today if he's picked who will take care of the ranch? Could he ask Uncle Seela or Bill's family? Oh well, OOOO I smell Pancakes

I like running, I really do. It helps calm me down because everyone seems so scared today. I don't know why everyone is scared. Oh wait maybe it's because of the game that starts today. Everyone is scared of the game. I'm never allowed to watch the game. When I ask why no one ever really tells me. I wish they would though. I like running.

Gil stood in the back with the other eighteen year olds. He wanted to get it over with so he and his friends could go to the north field and have their party in celebration of being out of the reaping forever.
The girl is Cass Wilson. She was five years younger than Gil and he didn't really know her that well. Her Mom was crying and hugging her in front of everyone. Wait, once he thought of it, he might have heard his mom talk about her a couple times. She was ADHD or something like that? From what he heard it was a pretty bad case, too. How will she ever survive the Games?
Then the boy's name is called and it's the last name Gil ever expected to hear. He frowns, he's sure someone made a mistake. But no, it's definitely him. He regretted eating all those pancakes now, but was determined to keep his breakfast down.
After all, it might be the last time he ever tasted those pancakes.