So 6 out of the 12 Districts are done. I've decided that the next 6 will be the train rides, just to speed things up a bit. They will obviously explain their reapings. Overall, we have 11 volunteers for this year's games. You've seen 6 so far. I still need escorts for 10, 11 and 12 so please keep sending them :) Thank you for reading and reviewing and please carry on with them :)

Kim Zadell, 17

"Come on, Dan, we're going to be late," I call to my annoying twin brother.

"Okay, okay, I'll be down in a minute," he replies. What's taking him so long? Stereotypes say girls take longer than guys to get ready. Evidently, this isn't true. I just want to get this stupid day over and done with. Reaping Day is one of the worst days of my life. Mainly because I get on with more or less everyone, so I have a lot of friends. That's the good part. The bad part is this means I usually know the person going off to their death. I can't go a single Reaping Day without crying. This whole event is just wrong. Making kids fight to the death just for people's entertainment? It's just wrong. There is nothing right about it. The only reason it started was because of the rebellion 125 years ago but is making children murder really the way to punish us?

Dan's finally downstairs and he stuffs a bread roll into his fat gob before giving mum and dad a hug and walking out the door with me. We have to walk about an hour to the town centre so we have to leave early. We're about five minutes behind schedule because Mr Fussy couldn't decide what to wear, so we pick up the pace a bit. On the way, we discuss who could get reaped. Dan seems to think a boy in the year above us will get reaped because he apparently always goes on about how much tesserae he's had to take out. I think a girl in my year will get reaped as well. I know her family are one of the poorest in the District and it's obvious she's taken out loads of tesserae. I ask him what would happen if one of us were to get reaped because neither of us can volunteer for each other. Dan hadn't considered that. No-one ever volunteers in District 6. We walk in silence for the rest of the journey. We get to the town centre and I sign in with my brother. I don't feel too nervous this year because I haven't taken out much tesserae and Dan and I agreed to take out tesserae one at a time. When he takes out some, then I will the next time, so we get equal amounts of slips put into the bowl, instead of him having loads of slips and me just having the mandatory amount. It seems fair as Dan and I have similar odds of going in.

I go to the 17 year old section and stand there, waiting. Waiting to find out which one of my friends is going off to their death this year. This year will be especially difficult because it's a Quarter Quell, meaning the person that's reaped will probably have a gruesome death. Last year's girl died in such a gruesome way, I can still see it to this day. The boy from District Two slashed his knife right across her face but she was still breathing, barely. You could genuinely feel the slash go right across your face. I looked over to other people stroking their faces along the slash line. When the boy realised she was still breathing, he decided to torture her. He cut off the rest of her nose, scooped out an eye; cut off all her fingers then pierced her brain with the knife, as slowly as possible, until the cannon sounded. Fortunately, the boy was too engrossed with what he was doing to realise the boy from our District was right behind him and stabbed the boy from Two, right in the back, paralysing him. He took the knife out and left him for dead. That's what happens when you get carried away.

The escort for our District walks onto the stage and introduces herself before giving us the boring presentation on how the rebellion caused the Hunger Games to begin and how it's all our fault. Why would we start a rebellion if there was no reason to? It was the Capitol's fault. Before I get into a mental argument, I'm interrupted by the escort, whose name I learn is Regina Swan, telling us it's time for the girl to be chosen. Already a tear is rolling down my cheek. Good luck to the person chosen.

"Kim Zadell," she reads. More and more tears are rolling down my cheeks to the point where I'm almost blinded. I've just been reaped. How could this happen? I walk to the stage and face the audience, not that I can see them from my eyes, filled with tears, as if the whole world, and all of it's beauty, had come to an end. I stand there, waiting. Waiting for death, that's all I can do now. I should still be in the audience and one of my friends should be here instead of me. That's how it's always been. I've never liked it but I'd rather be in that situation than this one.

Dan Zadell, 17

"NO! KIM!" I'm literally screaming to the point where my throat feels like it's on fire. My sister's just been reaped and I can't control my feelings. I shout out and everyone is looking at me. I don't care about that, I just care about Kim. Why her? Why did she have to get reaped? She only had two more years left before she was able to forget about the games. There's nothing I can do except wait for the boy to get reaped and see her go to her death. Maybe she could win. There are so many thoughts rushing through my head that I don't even realise the escort about to read the boy's name. I feel so faint. I'm wobbling around and I can't stand still.

"Dan Zadell," she says. I hear the name and the fainting feeling comes back and hits me on the head. I hit the floor with an almighty "thud" and I'm out.

I'm back in my house with my sister by my side. I look around. This isn't my house. This is my friend's house. This is impossible. He's dead. He died in the Games two years ago. What's happening? He goes into the garden and Kim and I follow him. I'm not controlling my body, this doesn't feel good. We all look up to see a tree with slats of wood around it. A tree-house I remember now, this is when we went over to his house to see his new tree-house he and his dad built. We climb into it but no-one had considered how much weight it could hold. I hear creaking and I look over to Kim. We lock eyes and we all go down, straight down to the ground. I look over to my friend to see his arm broken. His arm was never the same after that incident. I look over to the door to the house to see his parents rushing over to look after him, completely ignoring Kim and I, so we just walk out and go home. Luckily, we only had a few bruises.

I wake up to an empty room with pictures of past Mayors and victors all around. I'm in the Justice Building. I must have been reaped. I have no recollection of the past couple of hours. All I remember is Kim being reaped. Oh no, have I been reaped, too? The door swings open and both my parents walk in. They're crying waterfalls, they must have talked to Kim already.

"Have I been reaped?" I have to ask. My parents can't say anything. They nod and I join them in the choir of weeping. When will this bad luck come to an end? I guess when I die. I've got no chance in the games. I'm dead once I step foot in the arena. My parents tell me I'll be fine. They tell me to look after Kim and get her home, even if it means giving my life for her. Thank you very much mum and dad. Very motivating. Kim's always been the favourite of the family. She's cute, smart, nice, funny and generally a show off. I can't say that about her. Even though she's annoying, she's still my sister and my best friend. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't it have just been me instead of both of us? At least then my parents will still have one kid to carry on their business. Whatever happens, I will make sure Kim gets home.