Lamb Jess's POV

I walked alone to the square, I was an orphan. Most of us just wear everyday clothes, but this was first Reaping and I just think it should be special. The memory of coming back alive, I didn't want to be wearing some t-shirt filled with holes.

I was wearing an orange sweater which was way to big, (I had borrowed it) and my best pair of jeans. I guess I really didn't care if I was reaped, but still I was only 12.

When I got to the square, I stood with alone in the 12 section. Lots of kids held each other close, but I had no one.

"Gooooood Morning! Yes you may applaud." said our escort, Leum Hogrt. He was so full of himself, it made me sick. "Now it's time to select the pretty little lady and handsome young gent who will represent this lovely district." He walked with a bounce in his step and was a bit too happy if you asked me. Back over to the podium went the fool. "Juniper Berrymore!" Some one pushed me back wards and shoved through the crowd. I was about to cus them out when I saw who it was.

She was a very small girl; about 4" 9, tiny build, couldn't weigh more than 85 pounds. She didn't even look 12, more like 8 or 9. She had redish-brown hair that flew behind her. She made it about half way down Maple Street before Peacekeepers caught her and carried her to stage. She was kicking and screaming and crying. The Peacekeepers sat her down when they reached the stage. She tried to bolt again so they just held her. She cried and screamed the rest of the Reaping.

Leum turned up his microphone and continued, "Now for our boy Tribute! . . . Is this some kind of a joke?" The crowd grew silent; our mayor went to check the name. He shook his head, and Leum read the slip. "Lamb Jess?" I wasn't surprised he didn't think he was a real person. My parents died the day I was born and never told anyone my name. When I was learning to read at school, I had a fondness for Lambs so that became my name.

I walked up to the stage willingly. I wasn't extremely small like Juniper, but I wasn't average sized either. I looked 12, and some women in the crowd were in tears. I wouldn't look at them, any of them, except Juniper. She caught my eyes and saw the hoplessness, the pain, and the destruction; a community home brings into you heart. Her eyes were violet, mine were grey. Her fair skin was marbled with scars, but she still had sunbeams coming off her compared to me. I was about 5"3, 93lbs. and had ashey skin. My black hair was always in my eyes, but she will have sponsors, I will die.

Juniper Berrymore's POV

I sat in the room where I would say goodbye to my friends and family. Tears had soaked the front of my faded-pink dress. It was from the year before and was too small. I kicked off my scuffed, ballet slippers and buried my face in a pillow until I heard my family come in.

My little sister, Laurel, ran to give me a hug. Laurel might have to get a job six days a week now. She's only 10, maybe with one less mouth to feed they could get by. My parents are in tears; they never imagined their oldest child would die at the age of 12.

She hugged me, my parents came and joined me. Everyone was crying, saying I love you, and begging this to be a dream, but it wasn't. I hoped Laurel would never face this.

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