Pandora Woolkins, 18, D10F
"Oi Pandora! When you've finished with the cattle go inside. We gotta get ready!" My older brother shouts. "Alright Ken!" I shout back. I sigh as I lead the last cattle back into the stable. I take off the gloves and throw them in the bucket. I'm so dirty right now it's unbelievable. I live with my older brother who's legally allowed to take care of me. I go and take a bath in our over sized bucket. My brother is pretty cool, he owns this house because our parents died so we just work on the ranch. We have to give away the cattle we breed to the Capitol, he teaches me about real life and stuff.
After I finish my 'bath' I then change and me and my brother attend the reaping. He isn't reaping age anymore so goes to the adults section. I go to stand with the other eighteen year old girls. Our district escort walks over rocking this... stupid get-up. She's wearing a... cowboy outfit. Trousers with cow prints on it. A leather coat and a brown cowboy hat. Okay I wear those cowboy hats but most of us do not dress like that. And to make it even worse she tries to copy our district ten accent.
"Okay y'all, now it's time to pick here's year's new tributes!"
Everyone is just looking at her poorly impersonated accent. She's obviously new. She then reaches into the girls bowl. "Pandora Woolkins!" She shouts.
My mouth drops open, my jaw hangs, I was picked? How could I have been picked? No way. I get out the crowd and walk to the stage, my arms hanging limply at my sides, they feel like noodles at the moment, hanging and swaying at my sides, I know I must look like a weakling right now.
Out of all the people to be picked. It has to be me.
Joe Feltman, 15, D10M
I look at myself and sigh, I look like a tool in this outfit. White shirt with blue jeans and a brown hat. Especially with my long hair, why do I have to wear this? I sigh as I slowly walk outside the house, my mom and dad said that they'd meet me at the reaping. I honestly wish I don't get reaped. Especially with my bad knee, I can barely stand on it for more than five minutes, I can't even run properly. I sort of have to wear a cast on it. It happened when I was playing on the roof, it was raining, I went to get off and slipped. I can never walk the same way again.
I get to the reaping in about ten minutes (I walk slower because of my knee). I register with the other fifteen year old boys and stand in line. Our escort comes in rocking this district ten get-up which I find pretty amusing considering the occasion. It's comical. He then calls out the name of this girl, I've seen her on a ranch a few times but that's it. I didn't even know her name until now.
"Now for the boys y'all!"
He takes out a name.
He reads it out...
"Joe Feltman!"
I suddenly collapse to the floor, everything going black. The last thing I remember thinking was. I can't believe this.