Millie Sullvic, 13, D9F
Oh god it's reaping day, the worst day of the year. I've had to take so much tesserae it's not even fair. I forgot how many times my name is in there but I don't like it. I may only be thirteen but still, you never know what could happen. I dress up, it's just me and my dad, my mom died at child birth. I feel sick to my stomach; I'm so pale and look so sickly. My dad reassures me before we have to go to sign in. "Don't worry sweetheart, you won't get picked. I'm usually right." He says to me, he plants a kiss on my forehead and leaves to stand with the adults.
I walk to the thirteen year old girls. Wearing a sea blue dress that's not that bad, my dad managed to scrape enough money to buy it for me. My red hair covers my left eye, I'm so scared, I just want to sink into the floor and never be seen again. I look around, I see our district escort show up. He's wearing a normal suit to give him a suave look with his black hair greased back. He has a weird black mustache that makes him look more classy.
"Alright kids, now to pick our tributes." He says in a rather bored voice. He has been doing this for years, district nine rarely wins anyway so of course he'd be pretty bored. He picks out a name from the girls bowl. "Millie Sulvic." Suddenly the world around me feels light, lighter than air itself, my name was actually called out. I was actually picked, this just... can't be. It's not fair. Why me? I slowly walk on stage, the fear evident in my eyes. My father's bottom lip is trembling and tears are rolling down his cheeks.
As I get on stage I see everyone starring at my and then I feel... damp. I feel wet, and then it starts dripping out my dress and onto the stage, it's making the pattering noise, and making a puddle. I've actually... wet myself. In front of all of Panem, I was so scared I just wet myself. It feels really wet and it kind of smells. I wet myself in my new dress, my father must be so embarrassed, I'm going red just thinking about it. I can see a few kids snickering and giggling. I've embarrassed and wet myself in front of all of Panem!
David Fall, 16, D9M
Reaping day. The worst day of the year. Just to see another two kids from District 9 die helplessly all over again. Still I'm in a good mood, as always. I've got a bunch of pranks set up and ready for some peacekeepers when I get back. People call me 'District 9's joker' because I always play pranks on people and joke around. I'm like a clown basically. Me, my mum and my older brother (who is nineteen) all go to the reaping, we get there like five minutes early.
We then register and I'm one of the first people there. From there our district escort walks outside and doesn't even try and lighten the mood a little bit. What a downer. Here you are sending us off into certain death. Can't you at least tell a joke or something? I think to myself. He then calls out the first name. "Millie Sulvic." A red head then walks onto stage, she can't be any older than fifteen. But then before he can call for the boys something amusing happens, very amusing. She actually wets herself... in front of everyone.
A few kids (including me) start laughing but I'm laughing the loudest. I've done pranks that makes people wet their pants in their sleep, I've done pranks that makes it look like they've wet themselves but this girl just did it on stage willingly!
Ha ha ha ha ha.
"Er, well erm, okay. N-now for the boys."
I'm still laughing my ass off.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
"David Fall."
Ha ha h-
My laughter stops in its tracks. Stops in my throat and my expression turns into one of horror. No way, I got reaped, I haven't taken any tesserae out or anything. Why have I been picked? Peacekeepers come to grab me. "Calm your tits guys. I'm going, I'm going." I say. I then slowly walk next to the girl, careful not to stand in her piss puddle. I shake hands with her and then we are guided into the justice building.
I guess I won't be laughing anymore.