Kelsey Robertson's POV:
"Get up sweetie."
"No."
"It's reaping day."
"I don't care"
"Get up now."
"No"
"Now!"
"Ugh fine." I say and climb out of bed. My mom is staring at me with her cold grey eyes.
"Your volunteering right."
"No."
"Yes, you are." She tells me. She starts to raise her hand to smack me. I put my hands in between us.
"Okay-Okay, Geez." I say and crawl out of bed. I'm not going to win the games like mom wants me too. I'm not like my sister Isabel, she won the games 3 years ago. I kinda think my mom wants me to volunteer because she knows I'll die. I guess if I volunteer I'll give them a show. I walk out of the house with slippers, pajamas, my hair not combed, and my teeth not brushed. I walk down to my section with everyone giving me funny glances. When our escort reads a random girls name I raise my head and smile.
"I volunteer." I say. Our escort's eyes widen as I walk on to the stage. I find my mother in the crowd of shocked faces and smirk at her. I'm sure the capitol loves me. Not.
Clark Rider's POV:
"No Mommy I don't want to go." I whine.
"You don't have too."
"Please mommy don't make me." I crie and fall into her arms. She rubs my hair and helps me get dressed into khaki's and a polo shirt. She helps me out the door. I walk to my section and look at the escort. A girl volunteers and she is wearing her pajamas. I giggle, and look at my mom who has a smile in her eyes. I look back at the escort.
"Clark Rider." She annonces. I look at my mommy who's smile has disappeared from her face. She looks at me with a sad expression. I walk up to the stage. I burst into tears as the peace keepers drag me away.