Chisholm Cherrybottom

''Did you hear that the president is focusing on district 11 the most?'' I overheard two people talking.

''Yeah! Apparently, we aren't going to be the same district anymore. He's gonna add something special.''

''Special? Hell no, how much you wanna bet it's gonna be something bad, like slavery or something even worse. I couldn't imagine worse, slavery is a terrible thing.''

''Yeah right, he's already punished us with the games. Why would he focus on one district, and punish them more than the others?''

''Because we're one of the poorest districts. Well, mostly because we're the district with the most blacks in it. I don't think that he would add slavery to any other districts. This district is 90 percent black. Plus, I bet you that he's gonna add slavery. It's not something that I would be looking forward to, but I can just see it happening. Bet on it?''

''Yeah, it's not gonna be that bad man. I'm telling you. I'll bet you 1k.''

''Deal!''

What the hell man? People are actually betting on whether the president is going to bring slavery back to the world or not? I think that's sick. We're a good district, we've been free like every other districts in Panem, and now he's going to bring back slavery? Oh just kill me now.

''Chisholm, let's go girl!'' Yelled my embarrassing friend, Patty.

''Coming...'' I groaned.

''You ready for the reapings today?'' She asked excitedly.

''No! Screw the reapings, I don't play with that stuff.'' I said angrily.

''I do! I hope that I get chosen. I wanna be the first female, and the first winner to win the games. Bring my district some pride!'' She basically yelled that out.

We were stared at by many people, and I hated being stared at. It makes me feel awkward, like do people not have anything else better to do, then to stare at people? I would hate to be in the capitol because everyone stares at each other. In district 11, we get 8 hours of television everyday, and the capitol channel has the most entertaining things to watch. They have interviews and stuff, and the things that the capitol people wear makes me die out laughing. I pray to the lord that they get help.

As we walk, we stop for a quick breakfast. I'm not in the mood to finish, so I just give my leftovers to Patty. She definitely wants to join the games, I have no idea why so I don't question it. I usually know when to stop her form going too far, but forget it this time. She'll probably volunteer unless I do haha. I probably would never volunteer though. Patty isn't the type of person to volunteer either, she likes to be chosen. She says that people who volunteer are people who feel pity for others. The only time that she would volunteer according to her is if a loved one is chosen. We head to town center, and both our fingers get pricked. We go over to the girls area, and watch the movie. It bores me, the reenacting is lame, the blood is fake, and you can barely hear the audio. If you want us to be scared, at least present us with something intimidating. Not this... whatever you call it. Our escort ''Jasmine,'' picks from the girls jar. She has an envelope, and opens it. The name is mine, ''Chisholm Cherrybottom.'' I look Patty dead in the eyes as soon as she's about to open her mouth, and I say ''Don't volunteer for me...'' She knows that I'm serious and I walk up to the stage waiting to see what happens after this. We stare at each other, and she has faith in me; that's why she let me go up there. Let's so who the male tribute is, I'm interested to find out because we have some pretty tough guys in district 11. I think that this district could win.

Ackley Tunifarm

While eating breakfast, I realize that today is the reaping for the Hunger Games. My eight year old sister keeps starring at me like I did something wrong.

''What?'' I finally ask her.

She doesn't say anything at all. I stay there looking at her, and I catch her eyes keep looking up and down. I think that she's scared of the Hunger Games.

''You scared?'' I joked.

''You know that I am...'' She said in a whisper type voice.

''How would I know that you were, if you didn't even tell me?'' I looked her in her eyes.

We stay quiet forever. I wash my face vigorously because I want to look good for the reapings. I wear a white shirt with a black tie, long black church pants, and dress hoes that have a little buckle on them. I clean my body to make sure that there are no ashy spots. I hate being ashy, it just makes me feel dirty. I tell my sister to hurry up. Our mother is still sleeping, and my sister says that she is not going to the reapings. She stays with my tired mother, and I tell her to wish me the best of luck. As normally in difficult circumstances, she does. If I do get chosen as a tribute, I want to look good in front of the capitol. My appearance will go to be strong and fit; I'm pretty toned and muscular. Thinking about twenty-four teenagers fighting to the death creeps me out. Blood thirsty assholes from the capitol betting money and cheering for their favorite child is a terrible thing in my opinion. I get to Agricultural Times, the center of our district, and I get my finger pricked. It doesn't hurt really, it just feels like a tiny stab to four index finger. I sit up in the third row, and wait as everyone arrives. Agricultural Times is a large place. District 11 is largely populated so we have to have a big area where everyone can be at all at once. Waiting feels like a century, it takes a while for everyone to get here. As soon as they all do get here, we instantly start. We watch a movie on why we're all in this situation, and it's something alright. Our escort, Jasmine, picks up a slip from the girls bin. The name reaped is ''Chisholm Cherrybottom,'' as she walks up, you could see her whispering to her friend. She looks serious as she walks up with her white jacket, and pink skirt with high boots on. She also has a tiny little bow on the back of her ear which was hard to spot at first. She scopes out the audience to see which guy would be an interesting ally. Jasmine picks up a card from the boys bin this time, and she calls my name. ''Ackley Tunifarm!'' She yells. I walk up march my way up to the stage in a quick manner not knowing that I was moving so quickly. She asks me why I was walking like that, and I just said that I wanted to bring a little joy to the district. People smiled at me, and apparently it worked, even though I didn't mean to. Chisholm and I shake hands. She pulls me closer to her, and whispers in my ear, ''Hey, let's team up. I don't want to team with anyone other than my district partner. You're the only person that I could probably trust, and I was watching the other reapings. Those kids look dangerous, and untrustworthy.'' I replied with a simple ''Ok.'' and she stared at me angrily like that was all I could say. I smile, that's all and we walk into the building where we speak to family members. I don't know about her, but nobody visited me. I thought that at least my sister would tell my mother because they broadcast it live, even if your TV is off, it automatically opens and you can see. It makes me sad that nobody even cares to visit me. After all, I could die in the next week or two.