Britan Wikiheart,14,D5F

I sigh as I get dressed in my casual clothes. The reaping is nothing important to me really, I've gone three years without being reaped so far, and I can go another four right? Seriously I don't get why everyone acts like it's such a big deal, people go wearing their best clothes (which normally isn't so good). I just prefer to wear casual clothes to the reaping because then I can go back and have some real fun. It's always pretty unpleasant watching the unlucky kid get dragged out to the stage only to be killed later. All I know is that I won't allow it to be me any time soon.

What worries me is my sister. It's her first year she's twelve and nervous. I'm wearing a baggy blue tracksuit, some worn out black trainers that are second hand and a white T-shirt. I don't really care how I look, it's not like anyone is going to care how I look. I look at Rose, that's her name. "Kids, let's go, we're going to be late to the reaping!" My mom calls out. I take Rose by the hand but she doesn't budge, I can tell nerves are getting to her. "It's okay, your name is only in there once, there's other girls in there with their names in there like ten times." I say. People like me.

We then quickly run over to the reaping. I go and stand with the other fourteen year old girls. Our new escort shows up, we don't know her name. She just calls herself 'Flux'. Which is a stupid name in my opinion. The children in the Capitol have ridiculous names, and ridiculous accents it's unbelievable. I always hide a smirk when one of them speaks. "Okay now for the lucky lady who will be picked." She sounds nervous, after all it is her first time doing this.

"Rose Wikiheart."

My heart skips a beat. I spot my Sister about to go out into the open, her tears rolling down her face. She looks like she's going to break down. I cannot allow this to happen. I run out and call out. "I volunteer!" Without really thinking. I run up to the stage, not caring that I have just pretty much sentenced myself to an early death. "Oh a- a volunteer, a-and what's your name dear?" She asks. I pretty much stutter out my own name. "Britan Wikiheart..."

Ari Walter,15,D5M

I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror. I then smile to myself. Looking good as usual Ari. I think to myself as I finish combing my dirty blonde hair. I simply adore myself too much sometimes. I throw the comb away and put on my brown shoes. "Come on son we're gonna be late!" My dad yells from outside. He gets annoyed frequently with how long I take to get ready but when you have good looks like mine you need to refine them enough to get the girls.

I leave the small house that I call me home and get to the reaping with barely five minutes to spare. I register and go to the other fifteen year old boys. Our district's escort comes and picks the first name. "Rose Wikiheart."However not long before that someone else volunteers for her. The little girl and the other little girl look similar, maybe they're probably sisters. She reveals her name to be Britan Wikiheart, yes I was right, definitely her sister but to be honest she doesn't look much older or stronger than her little sister. So why volunteer? She will probably die as well.

"And now for the boys." She announces.

She draws a name from the bowl and read out. "Ari Walter." The sound is almost muffled in my ear, I don't think I heard her right. I don't notice it's really me until a peacekeeper literally shoves out of the crowd. Oh... I slowly walk over to the stage and go up the stairs onto the stage. I wish there was someone to volunteer for me but I have no siblings, and I doubt any of my friends would volunteer for me, we're not that close unfortunately.

I can see tears streaming down my father's face. I mouth to him. 'I'm sorry dad.' And then I am forced to shake hands with the little girl. I'm so much bigger than her. She's probably a whole half a foot shorter than me. We then walk into the justice building side by side. Marching into imminent death.

Sorry this took so long. School and stuff.