Chloe Gilbert

17 Years Old
District 3.

And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?

"Fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up."


I'd always lived my life in fear. Of being Reaped, and being sent into the arena like a lamb to the slaughter. Of my twin brother, Leo, being Reaped and watching him die a cold, bloody death. Of watching a small, meek, innocent girl be Reaped and I do nothing about it.

Of course, I had done nothing about it for the past 5 years. I've watched a 12 year old, 2 13 year olds and a few others die. All of them. Even the boys. Dead. Their life taken with a sword. Or a mace, or even a bloodied hand.

Dead.

Just like I could be in a month's time. Or another girl.

That's why the games were created. So people of Panem, not unlike me, innocent, crimeless, could feel as they were committing treason daily during the month in which the games take place.

That's how they keep us in line, because we all feel as we have committed enough crime for our lifetime. It was stupid. Just like me, for doing nothing. I stood straight, did my work and never complained. And that was all my life was ever going to be. Unless I was Reaped.

I sweep my brown hair over my shoulder, and slip into my black tights, and into my simple black dress. I usually wear black to Reapings because it's basically a funeral. At least for 23 of the tributes Reaped. And for 5, the chances were slim as always.

Leo, my twin comes into my bedroom.

"Almost ready Chloe?" He asks me.

"Ya…" I mutter.

He crosses his arms and stand in the doorway. Blocking my exit. "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing." I mumble back.

"Ha! Chloe, I've literally known you my whole life, we started as the same person. I can tell when something is wrong."

"You know what's wrong."

He hardens, stiff as a board.

"Chloe…" he whispers. "It's not going to be you."

"But it's going to be somebody."

He opens his mouth to say something but stops.

"I love you Leo."

"I love you to. Forever and always."

He embraces me in his arms, and I immediately feel safe.

"It will be okay."


Aaron Ennius

16 Years Old

District 3.

Spirits supernatural
Are shy what's all the fuss
But bags of bones seem so unsafe
It's semi-serious!

"We are all born crazy, some of us just remain that way."


I narrow my almond eyes. "What?"

"Ugh, Aaron, you need to pay attention." Lynne, my older sister tells me.

"I am, I just don't know what "kuku" means."

"It means crazy. Just like what you are." She states, punching me lightly in the arm.

I double take. "That's stupid."

"Why?"

"Because you can just say crazy…"

"UGH, Aaron, it's called being "modern". Maybe you should try it one day." My sister, Lynne had always been a pretty girl. Not that I would ever admit it though. She had long, cascading honey-brown hair that fell almost to her waist. She had gorgeous green eyes, and was tall, lean and muscular. She had already got 2 marriage proposals, but of course, being the annoying sister she has always been, declined them. Rumor has it, the son of the mayor was to propose to her as well.

I bet she would reject him to.

"Are you relieved?" I blurted out, asking my 19 year old sister.

"Bout' what?" She shot back.

"You can't be Reaped. You made 're safe." I muttered.

"Oh gosh Aaron. I won't be relieved for 3 more years. Then our whole family is safe. But then again, when I have kids, if I have kids, I will have to experience the worry again. And it will be much worse than this. But nobody is ever safe, so we can't not worry. That's one thing they can't control." She said, taking a dig at the commanding nature of the Capitol.

"I won't be Reaped."

"You don't know that."

"Think about it Lynne, I have no tesserae, and District 3 is the most populated." I lowered my voice. "I heard the have a career volunteer this year. A career! Maybe District 3 does have a chance. We will be just as strong as 1, 2 and 4, maybe even smarted! Who knows."

"Don't get your hopes up." Lynne spat at me. Her voice quiet.

And she left the room. I flopped back onto the couch, and fell back asleep.

The Reaping wasn't for a few hours and I needed time to think.

They couldn't control my dreams either.


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