District 6:

Reiko Shimoto- Jailynne

Flynn Charter- Redwut

Reiko Shimoto

16

~I think I'm kinda sorta maybe really...the center of your life...right?~

"Oh Kathy," I say, dreamily to my sister, "She has the prettiest longest hair I've ever seen!" Like normal, my sister does nothing to affirm she heard me but I know she's listening.

"Her eyes are really pretty too." I say, pausing to glare at my brother Parker. Last night he decided it would be funny to add glue to my toothpaste. Luckily I noticed something wrong but he didn't seem to realise that glue could have been poisonous.

To be fair to him, he's only 10 and he's a male.

He sticks his tongue out me and I roll my eyes before going back to talking about Sayte, I'm pretty sure she likes males but I can still dream.

And dream I will.

Me and Kathy talk- or I talk and Kathy listens, for a while and before we notice, it's only two hours from the reaping.

I let Kathy have the shower first, and go into mine and Kathy's shared bedroom and try to decide what to wear.

My family isn't rich, my father is too weak to work, or so he says, but I spend all the money I get on clothes. I haven't really grown much since I turned 14, I'm thin and short, compared to Kathy being taller and curvier.

The good thing about this, is that clothes I bought two years ago still fit me.

After a lot of chopping and changing, I choose a plain, clean, dark grey shirt with black pants. and bright blue old shoes, I'd be wearing my newer, black ones but my brother thought it would be hilarious to dip them. in a bucket of bleach. I then take out my favourite item of clothing ever. A tight leather jacket. I had to save up for half a year to buy it and I love the way it looks.

Kathy finishes off and I go into the shower. I quickly wash my hair, towel it dry and fishtail plait it.

When I get out, Kathy is dressed in a simple red dress. It's her last year at the reaping.

7 times she's in. I'm terrified for the both of us. I only have 5 slips but in my opinion that's 5 slips too many.

"Ready to go Kath?" She nods her head, Kathy doesn't talk much, she has selective mutism. When she's not stressed she'll talk a bit, although only to a few people, butshe's never been a big talker. I however, just blurt out whatever comes to my brain.

I have a too quick temper, I've been known to throw tantrums and compared to Kathy being calm, my moods flick quicker than anything.

We walk out the door, after saying goodbye to mother.

I guess it's torture time.

Flynn Charter

16

~If you haven't accomplished something, get back out there and finish what you started~

"Here's your change." I say tiredly. Me and my friends were up late last night and in the morning my mother sprang a surprise shift on me.

I may not be giving good service right now, but it doesn't matter, our food is so good people would come back regardless.

The only alternative is making their own bread and it's never as nice as what they can get here so they don't really care about my shitty customer service.

Finally, my shift finishes and after serve my last customer, I lock up the doors and go up the stairs around the back of our building.

Like everyone else that owns a shop, we live on top of it, sometimes it's cool but when a customer gets too loud, I can here it from my bedroom wihich is of course, slightly annoying.

I flop down on my bed and check my watch, I have time for an hours nap and I'm gonna take it.

I lie down, set an alarm and within minutes I am asleep.

I wake up, feeling slightly groggy. Maybe a nap wasn't such a good idea.

I have a quick shower and once I'm out pull on a sleeveless red shirt and brown cameo shorts. More casual than my parents would like but I don't really care.

I leave the house slightly early, hoping to see Brianna so I can walk to the Reaping with her. She's pretty and with long hair and a sweet face. She's also really nice, with a smile for everyone.

"Hey Brianna!" I say, spotting her. "Do you want to walk together?"

"That would be cool." She shrugs, and I walk over to her.

We make jokes the whole way and I almost forget about the possibility of dying.

Reiko Shimoto

The square feels too small and I try to distract myself, talking to Carmen, my friend standing next to her. Her parents weren't very creative with her name, Car(men) but it's better than say- Carol which just sounds like something from District 4.

At two o'clock our escort steps out onto the stage, and after speaking WAY too much she walks over to the bowls.

"Reiko Shimoto."

I start crying harder than ever before. Carmen hugs me for a few seconds but then gives me a small push. I walk up to the stage, feeling ill.

"Flynn Charter!"

I don't recognise the name, and I don't particularly care. He is tall with dark hair and seems to be looking slightly surprised.

To be fair, he's just found out he's probably gonna die so that's a fair reaction.

Flynn Charter

"Flynn Charter," the woman calls out.

I go up to the stage, feeling shaky and probably looking surprised. The girl, Reiko I think, looks angry at me.

She probably just has a resting bitch face, I reassure myself. I stand on the stage, looking down at the sea of faces.

"Please give a round of applause to Flynn Charter and Reiko Shimoto!" Out escort crows. The district starts unenthusiastically clapping and me and Reiko shake hands.

Yep, she's definitely glaring at me.

Reiko Shimoto

My family clusters in to say goodbye to me, and I hug them all, even father and Parker. I feel funny, I know I'm going to die but I can't quite accept it. I don't like the feeling at all. It's weird.

After my family leaves, Carmen steps in. "Goodbye Rei." She chokes. "I'll miss you a lot." Again, we hug and I breath in her slightly lemony scent.

"I'll be thinking of you." She said, before running out.

This is likely my last time ever seeing district 6.

Flynn Charter

First my mother comes in, faintly smelling of baking bread. One of my favourite smells in the world. A little later, my father comes in, out of breath, his hands covered in dough. He must have been at the bakery. Maybe a peacekeeper has to come in and tell him.

It makes me feel sick thinking about it.

After a few minutes they leave and my friends come in. We try to act like there's nothing wrong, like I'm just gonna be away for a week.

I'm thankful for that.

We are officially half way!

Fun fact: The average person walks by 36 murderers in their life time.

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