Kim Shae,13,D3F
Oh it's that awful reaping day as always. My name is only in there twice but when it comes to reapings you can be very unlucky. Last year some kid in our district was only twelve and got picked. Needless to say he died pretty early it was a sad event but hey, that's just the Hunger Games right? I dress up in some casual clothes. Some kids say I act too much like a boy and not enough like a girl. I wear a black T-shirt and blue jeans. Me, my mom and my dad leave the house to go to the reaping. We're like ten minutes early but you can never be too early.
I decide to take a gold coin from my pocket. It's not worth much but it's fun to play with. I start flipping it heads and tails and play it with my dad. We do this for the whole ten minutes. When everyone else shows up I stand with the other thirteen year old girls. Our escort finally shows up. She's pretty annoying, that Capitol accent and she looks weird. Her skin looks orange. What kind of person wants orange skin? Is that just the weird fashion in the Capitol?
"Welcome District 3, let's just get right into the reaping. Ladies first!" She says in her posh accent. Another thing I hate about this escort is why she looks so young. She's been her for at least twenty years and still looks like she's twenty, I swear there's nothing natural about this woman. She then reaches into the bowl and reads. "Kim Shae!" I freeze. No, no, no, no, no! I can't move, I want to run but my legs wont' obey me. Because of this peacekeepers come and grab me by both my arms and practically drag me to the stage. I can see my mother crying and my father trying to comfort her. I hate the Capitol. First they will kill me and now they will destroy my family. Why me?
Ben Franks,15,D3M
Me and my friends are sitting on a wall. It's the three of us. Me, Jeff and John; we're just talking about girls and stuff. "Hey I got an idea, how about after the reaping we all go and get dates or something?!" He suggests. I think that's a perfect idea. I nod my head in approval, at least we'll have something to do other than watch people get killed in the Hunger Games. "Alright I gotta run, gotta get to the reaping, I told my dad he'd see me there." I explain to them. The last thing I want is to be late.
I see my dad waiting for me. "Hey son, where have you been,? The reaping is going to start soon, go register." He quickly says to me. He gives me a quick hug and then goes to the adults. I go register and then walk with the other fifteen year old boys. I can see Jeff with the seventeen year old boys and John with the sixteen year old boys.
The escort (who looks pretty hot today I must say) comes and introduces herself. She then picks the first name. "Kim Shae." And then I'm surprised to see a little girl, maybe twelve or so take the stage. I expect someone to volunteer, an older sister or something? But no, no one volunteers. "And now for the boys." She says smiling as she reaches into the bowl and draws out a slip with the unfortunate soul who will be picked to go into the games. Hopefully it won't be me right?
"Ben Franks!" Oh fuck my life. I walk to the stage, trying to put on a brave face. Maybe, just maybe I can make it home. I try to ignore my dad who looks shocked, his jaw hanging down. It's now or never, I have to win this to survive. I was wrong, the worst thing wasn't being late to the reaping. The worst thing was being picked in a reaping. I just have to survive. Can't be that hard right? I think to myself. With that I shake Kim's hand and we both walk into the justice building