A/N- Last reapings! Hunger Games now!
District Eleven
I am scared. I'm not going to deny it. My name is Myra Wager, and I am very, very scared. I know, I know. Myra doesn't get scared! But Myra is scared when President Snow himself notices you rebelling and encouraging the district to rebel and tells you he doesn't like you. And that you're going into the Hunger Games.
That's not even all of it.
In all of the district's reapings, I saw escorts secretly reading pieces of paper from their pocket.
I know that strategy.
President Snow is gathering his enemies.
He will watch them tear each other apart.
Until there is one left.
Then he will finish the job.
There will be no victors.
None of us are coming out alive.
I am Myra Wager, and I am scared.
But I will face it.
For all who look to me to lead them in rebellion, I will face it.
We have arrived at the Reaping, and the escort called the names.
I walked up there, head high.
I didn't pay attention the escort raising up my hand.
I didn't pay attention to the mocking jay twittering in the background.
I didn't pay attention to the people looking at me in shock.
I will fight.
I will live.
District Twelve
"Katie? Are you there?" A scream echoed. I rushed by the stretcher and laid a cold cloth on her forehead.
"Mom! She is having it! She is going into labor!"
"I'm here! I'm here!" My mom rushes past me and looks down at Mrs. Naira.
"Push Naira. Push." My mother urges Mrs. Naira.
"I'll go to the waiting room. Take care of more patients." My mother didn't say anything as I headed toward the waiting room.
The waiting room was a riot. We were the only hospital who let you take more than two months to pay back your fee, if the fee is high enough that you can't pay it. We're pretty cheap. So the waiting room was busy, and the other nurses were off since its reaping day. When I walked into the waiting room a rush of voices blasted me.
"Please. My scratch is getting infected!"
"I'm puking!"
"My knee has buckled too many times! I might lose my job!" Then one voice ran louder than the others.
"Please! She's dying!" I rushed to the voice and picked up a girl. She was no older than me, about thirteen. As I looked at the wound, I knew it is beyond my skills.
"What did this?" I demanded of the mother as I laid her down on the only other stretcher we have. Then the baby cried, and I knew Mrs. Naira's baby was born. My mom came rushing out of the room to me, and looked at the scratch.
"Fetch some snow." I pushed past the people in the waiting room and got some snow. I glanced at the clock and shook my head in disbelief. We are going to close in two hours, and then off to the reaping! I have to hurry to see all the patients.
Time flew. The girl had a severe broken leg, she's fine now. Mrs. Naira's baby is fine. The guy with the knee problem isn't going to lose his job, he's fine. I double-checked our schedule, and sighed with relief. I floated in our living room where my mom sat with her legs propped up.
"Mom? How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Oh I'm feeling fine, thanks for asking. Is it almost time for the reaping?" She asked, tousling my hair like she did when I was a kid.
"We should start getting ready right now." She sighed and I helped her up. She wobbled but stayed on her feet.
"Are you sure your fine, Mom?"
"Yes, just a little fever. I will get over it." She smiled to show she's fine. I smiled back.
"Okay."
Once we were ready to go, we went quickly. I rushed to the square where Effie was already picking the girl names.
"Wendy Jegging."
"Katie Viagra."
I froze, and walked up to the stage slowly. When I got on stage, I managed to hold my puke in. The other girl was the girl, with the severe broken leg. She was in a cast, of course, in no condition to go in the hunger games. I swallowed my fear. It means I'm going in the hunger games.
And I did. I convinced the girl to step down; she was really nice about it, almost refusing to step down, convinced that she owed me, but she finally stepped down.
I'm going in the Hunger Games, and when Effie lead me away, I puked all over her pretty shoes.