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D8 Male- Will Theemor (18):
I wake up to someone cuddling me from behind. I know instantly that it is Phil, my boyfriend. I remember that he spent the night last night because the Reaping is today, so both of us are nervous. It's our last year to be eligible as tributes. Hopefully neither of us will be picked. Neither of us have ever had to take out tessarae, so at least we have that on our side, as opposed to the kids who have taken out 20 or 30 so they can feed their families. I nudge Phil in the shoulder to wake him up and am welcomed with a heart-warming kiss. God, I love him so much. We met when we were 12 and had become instant best friends. Then, when we were 15, we realized that there was something more there. We have been dating ever since, and planned to get married in a couple of years. We put on our clothes for the reaping and walk to the Reapings, holding hands. Luckily, we live in the one district that homosexuality isn't frowned upon. Probably because we're the clothing district. Anyways, we get registered and go stand with our friend Bailey in the 18 year old section. Her face lights up when she sees us and comes over to give us a big hug each. I see my dance partner and friend Amelia standing back a little bit behind Bailey. We nod to each other and say hello. We then all turn our attention to the Capitol escort, Renay. She is wearing probably the ugliest orange sweater ever created. I pray to god that our district didn't make that. She has paired it with a neon yellow lightning bolt broach, and the combination of the colors almost make you squint. She screeches "HAPPY HUNGER GAMES!" and goes over to the male tributes bowl. I feel Phil's hand tense up in my when the name is called.
"Will Theemor!"
D8 Female- Amelia Hecksher (18):
I love the feel of exhaustion I am feeling right now. I just got done with a 6 hour long dance practice and feel amazing. I say goodbye to my instructor and start walking home. I am one of the best dancers in the district and am admired for my skill. That admiration, although, takes a lot to get to. I have to practice at least 6 hours a day 5 days a week. It's all worth it though. Someday, I hope to go to the Capitol and dance for the President. Until then, I practice my heart out each time I hit the stage. As soon as I get home I scrub the sweat off of my body and get ready for the Reaping. Since I am from a wealthier family in the district, I have never had to worry about taking out any tesserae. That being said, I could still get picked. In fact, my older brother was picked 10 years ago. I can't remember very many details about his games since I was only eight, but I know that he made it to the final 4 before being killed off by the giant crabs wandering around his beach-like arena. They just took his head right off with their claws. At least the Capitol was nice enough to sew his head back on before they sent the body home. I wasn't very close to him since even back then I was always at the dance studio, but he was my brother and I do still miss him. I pull on a black dress that sets off my extremely pale skin and matches my black hair. Although I do look like a character from a black and white movie (one of which still occasionally makes its way to our district) no one seems to mind. I walk to the square where the Reaping is held and stand with my friend Bailey. She goes over to greet her to gay best friends Will and Phil and I give them a nod. Will and I are also friends, and he is my dance partner when I do duets. We all turn our attention to the walking fruit on the stage, Renay. She goes to the male bowl and picks out a name.
"Will Theemor!" she says. Oh no! Not him! I know that him and Phil had plans to get married in the future. I hear Phil start to sob and I let some tears stream down my face as well. Then, Renay calls out the female tribute's name.
"Amelia Hecksher!" Oh god! I wanted to go to the Capitol, but not like this!
D8 Male- Will Theemor (18):
My heart shatters as I hear Phil's sobs. I know that he wants to volunteer, but I mouth "No" to him and he just nods. I have a better chance of winning than he does anyways. My several years of dancing have given me well-toned muscles, and I am quite graceful. Hopefully this will help in the arena. I am on the stage when I hear the female tribute's name.
"Amelia Hecksher!" says Renay. Now come on! How did this work out! I can't kill my dance partner! We have become rather close through dancing, and only one, if either, of us can come out alive. This just isn't fair. Bailey and Phil are crying their eyes out in the audience and I know that I will have to do my best to get back home, no matter what. I want to get married, god dammit!
D8 Female- Amelia Hecksher (18):
So Will and I will have to fight to the death. Isn't this just peachy? I can only hope that when we get to the arena, we aren't the final two. That would be awful. Luckily, both of us do stand a chance. Since I have been dancing since I was two, I have extremely strong muscles. I also have more grace than an eagle flying through the sky and am faster than my mom's sewing. Hopefully I can make it past the Bloodbath so I can actually use these characteristics. But for now, I just have to hope that I won't meet the same untimely end as my brother.
AN: And there you have it! I have to say, this was probably the most fun district to write so far! If you can recognize where I got these characters from (I'll give you a hint, it's a TV show) than you get 30 virtual hugs! Review if you can! It means a lot to me and gets me writing faster. Thanks for reading! :)