Iris Hound D2
I'm watching this with my parents. Please don't let the quarter quell be only boys or only over eighteens, that will be terrible, I won't be able to take part in the games. This is the last year I can volunteer, the last time I can sacrifice my life for my District. Snow opens the envelope and begins to read.
He's completed it. I'll be able to compete! This games will be hard, I should make it through the first round, I'm the best girl by far and I won't have to fight against any boys which is good. I should be the female tribute from District Two for the Capitol Games. No, not should, I will be the winner of our sub-games. I turn to my parents and their faces aren't as happy as mine. They think I'm going to die. I'm not. I'm going to win the 100th Hunger Games
Connectus Jones D3
I'm watching with my father and my five sisters. Please don't put people younger than me in, then they'll have a chance to be in it. I would never be able to live it down. Snow starts to read the quell.
He's finished. Oh no. I'm 14 and each year I've signed up for 7 units of tesserae. I'll surely be picked out now. Not surely, definitely. I turn to my father who is just in shock. He turns, looks at me, hugs me and begins to sob. I sob too. I'm going into the games, and I'm not coming back.
Kathy Jaboodi D5
I'm in the orphanage with my friends. We're all watching on the screen. Please don't include me. Just one more year and I'll be out of the ages to be in the games, I'll be 19 and will be able to live in peace.
When Snow has finished the whole room is just in pure shock. Our carer is in shock too. She knows many of us in here will be picked. We've all signed up for tesserae like there's no tomorrow. The older ones, have a high chance of going in. I shouldn't go in though, I was only made an orphan when I was 14 and only started signing up for tesserae when I was 16, so my name is in the same amount as a 15 year old. I'll be fine. My friends won't though.
Heather Morris D7
I'm the mayor's daughter, this announcement won't bother me, I'll never ever be picked in the reapings, I'm fine. However daddy says we have to watch so me and my siblings are just sitting bored in front of the television.
Snow finishes and I'm excited. I never usually enjoy the games, they're usually a bit boring. But this is going to be really fun the watch. I hope the poor insignificant plebeians of the poorer parts get reaped and get really slow horrible deaths. Ugh, I hate them all. I really want them all to die. I definitely won't get picked. My father is the mayor. I am going to be fine. I turn to my parents who aren't happy like I am. Maybe they don't like the games, I don't know why they wouldn't. You get to see people you don't like die. I always go and say goodbye to the tributes in the Hall Of Justice before the leave for the Capitol. My parents think I'm being nice to them but I just go in and say that I'm going to love it when they die. I love the games. This is going to be the best games ever!
Danny Draddock D9
I'm from the poor part of the district, the place where rice is grown. We can't afford a television so we (me and my mother) have gone round to my aunt's house (my mother's sister) to watch. We get in just in the nick of time and Julius Snow is beginning to read out the quell.
Snow finishes and the room has gone deathly quiet. You could hear a penny drop a mile away. The usual friendly talking and chatting from the other houses has gone too. I'm 16, my name will go in 18 times this year and with 24 boys being reaped I'm surely going to be picked. The rice growing part is the poorest part of the district so most of the people hear sign up for tesserae and the most tributes come out of our area. Oh my god. It's finally hitting me. In a few months I'll be dead. I look at my mother who grabs me into a tight embrace. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
Katniss Everdeen D12
I'm watching, on the sofa with my friend and fellow victor Thomas at my side. Snow is reading out the quell.
He's read it out, what? So 576 tributes will be taken from the districts? 48 from each? That's wrong. Seriously wrong. The Capitol citizens really must be sick in the head to watch 23 kids die a year, but 575? Really? The more I think of it, the more I feel more and more sick. Thomas turns to me, knowing what I'm feeling. He gets up and goes out the room in silence. He opens the front door and slowly closes it behind him without a word of goodbye.
I sit there for hours. This is horrible.