Ayakon Ishkavik,D6F,18

I sigh as I run in my house, still in my jogging stuff. Black second hand tracksuit, white shirt and really old trainers that are too big for me (our family is pretty poor). "Aya! You are late! Quickly bath and be down in ten minutes!" My father says, he looks pretty pissed off, if we're late our whole family will be whipped (again). I quickly run upstairs, passing my twin brother Michael. I go into our 'bathroom' fill up our super sized bucket with water and begin to wash myself. I notice it'd cold, I need to remind Michael to refill our hot water. It's damn cold and it makes me shiver!

I scrub all the sweat and grime off me. I know I need to get out quickly. So I hop out, dry myself and get changed. I wear a white dress that buttons up from my stomach to my neck. I don't like wearing revealing clothes very much. I leave the house with my mom, dad and brother. "You look very beautiful petal." My mom whispers to me. I smile, she rarely ever reassures me of this stuff. It's me and my brother's final year of being eligible for the reaping, we're so close to freedom from the awful games.

I register and go stand with the other eighteen year old girls. My brother winks at me before he leaves to stand with the other eighteen year old boys. His long hair that reaches to the base of his neck stands out so I can easily locate him. Our district escort smiles and speaks. He doesn't sound much like he's from the Capitol to be honest. "Alright district six, I hope you lot are like, totally ready for the reaping!" He announces.

"First we'll start with the chicks." He reaches into the bowl and reads out the name.

"Ayakon Ishkavik!"

N-no. No way. I was so close yet... Oh why. Please let someone volunteer, I have too much to lose. Noo!

The peacekeepers grab me by the arms and practically force me out of the crowd. I begin to walk to the stage slowly. This isn't fair. My final year and I get reaped. Goodbye District six. It was nice living here...

Michael Ishkavik,D6M,18

I finish getting ready for the reaping, I have to wait for my twin sister to get back from jogging, I warned her not to go jogging on reaping day but her excuse? 'Do you seriously want a fat sister Michael?' I finish brushing my long black hair and throw on my white shirt and black trousers. Finally my sister comes home and dad shouts at her and she goes and gets ready. She takes only about ten minutes getting ready and then we leave.

It's my final year in the reaping bowl and then I don't have to worry about the stupid reaping again. I can go back to doing my own thing. My family doesn't know it but me and my friends like to steal some morphling and take some, it feels cool and it's kind of fun. I know I'll need to stop, maybe I'll quit after the reaping or something. The fear of being reaped is what mostly drove me to it.

I register and give my sister a wink. It's a wink to ask; are you ready to never have to worry about being reaped again? I go stand with the other eighteen year old boys. Our district's escort then picks the first name out of the bowl. "Ayakon Ishkovic." The whole world stops, I clench my fists so hard they turn pale and icy. I see my sister forced out of the crowd, I can see my mother looking sad, trying to hold in the tears. Our District escort then announces. "And now for the dudes..."

"Michael Ishkavic"

Suddenly the whole world explodes around me. I hear my mother break down into tears and my father desperately trying to comfort her. I slowly walk to the stage. I pray for a volunteer, I don't want to be forced to kill my own twin. I slowly walk to the stage, desperate stalling. "Hurry up bro, we ain't got all day you know!" Our escort shouts through the microphone, sounding frustrated. Go fuck yourself. You don't know what I'm feeling like right now.

I take the stage. "Congratulations to district six's tributes." The escort announces. I turn to my sister, I can see tears rolling down her eyes. I won't cry, I'll stay strong for both of us. I make a silent vow in my head. I swear I'm going to destroy the Capitol with my own two hands. Burn it to the fucking ground. I swear... We then reluctantly shake hands and are led to the justice building. Walking into certain death side to side. Brother and sister.