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Jaxon- JoetheMoe

Brialle Thatch

13

~The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is a knowledge of our own ignorance~

I position the old microscope so I can see into it properly. A few weeks ago I took some samples of places filled with bacteria and now I am examining them.

I'd love to have my own microscope but they're expensive and I'm only just richer than a seam kid. In fact, for the first 3 years of my life we did live in the Seam. But my father got a promotion and we now live in a two bedroom house. It's not much but it's better than the glorified shed I vaguely remember.

A few months ago, my father lost his job though. He's got a new one now buts it not as well paying and Benson and Carmelo, my older brothers have to work as well now. In a few years I'll be able to get a job to help out too. We still own the house but we had to sell more than a few things to keep it.

"Brialle?" I hear a voice and jump, I turn around but it's only my teacher. "Why aren't you at home Brialle?"

I swallow. "I'm allowed to come here on weekends. The headmaster told me it was okay."

She looks at me dissaprovingly. She's never liked me for some reason. "Well I'm saying it isn't and I'm the only one in the school at the moment so you'll have to leave."

I stomp out, both angry and upset. I thought I'd get another hour or two of analysis. Sometimes I wish I was born in district 3. I bet teachers would love seeing me take an interest in things that aren't coal.

I walk back to my house, I guess I'm feeling sorry for myself, I should be thankful I was allowed in the school at all.

"Hey Mom!" I say. "You look tired today."

She smiles at me. "I am Alle. I didn't get much sleep last night."

Neither did I. I hate the night before the reaping. Your stomach ties up in knots and you convince yourself you'll get picked. It's only my second Reaping but I felt the same both years.

"We don't have any lunch, Bree but we have a good dinner sorted out." Mom says. And I nod. Lunch is the most easily skipped meal.

I walk into my space in our room. Benson and Carmelo won't get back for another hour or so, so it makes sense to change now. I pull out my gingham patterned skirt, and a simple white top laced with ruffles and lace. They're the best things I own. I got the skirt for Christmas and the shirt was my mom's. I pull my hair to one side and secure it with a pin I customised by sticking tiny Mica rocks onto.

I still have time to spare so I pick up my favourite, well worn book and begin reading until it's time to go.

Jaxon Bod

18

~Jesus Christ, it's Jaxon Bod~

"Please Cillia! Fuck off!" I say to my ex.

We're both Merchant kids and my parents all but forced me into dating her. She turned out to be clingy and slightly psychopathic. Even after I broke up with her, she refused to leave me alone.

Her family is almost as rich as the Mayors and I have a sneaking suspicion that's why my family wanted me to date her. She's definitely hot, but she isn't my type and she was creepy.

Even now, six months after we broke up, she still hangs around, clearly thinking we're gonna get back together. The only way to escape is if one of us were reaped.

Or one of us volunteered.

At this point, I was desperate enough to do it. I once talked to another girl, for a homework assignment, and she turned up to the school with bruises everywhere.

Sometimes I could just kill my family, it was their fault I was in this mess. I had a stalker, and with the Merchant area being so small anywhere I went she could find me. I didn't know how I got into this mess.

I went outside my house, and punched a wall. Or at least I thought it was a wall.

A girl, around 7 was laying flat on the floor. Her friends glared accusingly at me as if I could just add attempted murder to my list of crimes. It wasn't my fault, a part of me said vindictively. She shouldn't have got in the way.

Deep down I knew the poor thing was innocent but at that second I didn't care.

I had bigger things to worry about.

"What are you wearing to the Reaping Jaxon?" My mother said nervously. Since I'd broken up with Cillia she always walked on egg shells around me. It was annoying as fuck.

"Tuxedo." I muttered, not really interested in the conversation. I escaped up to my room and locked it. I was never sure how far Cillia would go.

I wash my slightly spiky dry hair and towel it dry. I know I'm attractive. Even psychos think so. It doesn't matter but it'll help get people liking me. If I win I can get her killed with no retributions and if I die, I'm free from her.

Thank god. I just can't take her anymore. I know she's seen me sleeping, I overheard her bragging about it to her friend.

Yep. She talks about me in public. I don't know if she's just obsessive or literally insane. My money is on insane.

I change into a white shirt, pairing it with black jeans, a blazer and my beloved tie.

I have a tie collection. It's got 18 ties and counting. I've gotten one every year for my birthday. It seems sane now but imagine a one year old receiving a tie.

Whatever! I love the things.

I choose my yellow one and tie it around my neck, smiling at myself in the mirror.

I take a deep breath. Time to face the outdoor world.

Brialle Thatch

Maybe I sound weird but I like watching people's faces at the reaping. Emotions are interesting and complex. I can't study them the way I study germs. I sound creepy but I'm not- just intrigued.

The escort calls a name but I don't register it until I look around. I don't know what I'm expecting but all eyes are on me. I repeat what the escort says in my head.

'Brialle Thatch'

I shakily walk up onto the stage, feeling funny. My eyes begin to burn and for a second I'm terrified but then I realise- I'm crying.

Jaxon Bod

I stand in the square, feeling nervous. 5 minutes before my life changes.

It goes by in a blur and suddenly a girl, sadly not Cillia, is picked.

The none of a boy is called out. I almost faint in shock "Jaxon Bod!"

Nothing mattered, I was going to volunteer- I had to escape somehow, but maybe that was just an empty promise. Would I really have gone through with it?

Probably not. I don't really want to die.

I hear a scream, probably belonging to Cillia or my mother.

Maybe I should feel sorry for my mother but I can't. I won't forgive her until I die.

Brialle Thatch

My older brothers come in first. I've always found it weird how we don't look alike. Me and Carmelo both have blonde hair but his is dirty blonde and mine is dishwater. Benson has chocolare brown hair and matching eyes. Carmelo has grey eyes, the only one of us with that colour and my eyes are a few shades lighter than Benson's milky chocolate vs dark chocolate.

My parents come in next and I hug them goodbye. There are no heartfelt confessions, just steady love.

Jaxon Bod

I refuse to let anyone in. I'm furious with my parents, angrier then before, and I can't trust that Cillia wouldn't use the name of one of my friends to get in.

I want my last memory of 12 to be this soft sofa, not of a psycho.

She's ruined my whole life.

If you go onto the website, you'll find each tributes Reaping outfit!

Fun fact: Danish Pastries didn't come from Denmark!

Who was your favourite tribute over all? There's a poll up but if I get any problems I have no hesitation taking it down.

Tomorrow will be the Reaping recaps.

~I actually feel like an idiot. I misread Jaxon as Jamson and even when I was writing out the quote I didn't fucking notice! Ladies and gentlemen, Dreaming of Starry Skies! It's also annoying because a lot of people (rightfully) disliked him because let's be honest: Jamson Bod sounds like a shitty knockoff of James Bond and his quote doesn't help him. -_-