Last District. They reduced in quality a little bit because I wanted to finish all of them today!

Rockie Spolt, 14, D12F

I finish doing up my brown hair in a pony tail and get ready to go to the reaping. My mother is already ready, it's just me, as always. It's my second year in there and I've already been taking tesserae, my mother made me take it as soon as I turned twelve. "We all need to take risks for this family Rockie." And so I did, the two of us struggle to make ends meet. My mom said that we'd do something nice after the reaping, I can't wait to see what it is. I hope it's something cool and exciting. I grin to myself, wondering what it might be.

I register and go with the other fourteen year old girls. My mother is in the adult section and I grin at her. Our escort comes, covered in make-up and that tight purple dress as always. "Alright district twelve, let's pick the lucky young man and woman to represent district twelve in the one hundred and twenty fourth annual Hunger games!" She says. Lucky isn't quit the word I'd use to describe it but okay. I sigh as I look around, wondering who she'll pick. I hope it's someone I don't like then I can laugh as they die and get slaughtered on live television.

"Rockie Spolt."

I feel like my heart has stopped and been torn to shreds. No way. How could I of all people have been picked. This can't be right, was it all the tesserae? Probably. I sigh as I walk onto the stage, I'm fighting back tears and fear and trying to look brave and not afraid. Our escort then claps for me but no one in District twelve claps, absolutely no one is happy to see a young girl like me probably die in the arena. Well, that's just life right?

Robert Xavier, 16, D12M

I finish washing the grime out of my hair from the mines. Ever since the rebellion we have been forced to go into the mines and sixteen not eighteen, I guess it's kind of a punishment. Now we have an even greater risk of dying now. I can't really complain, it is the Capitol after all. I then change get ready to go to the reaping. My curly blonde hair is still a bit wet but it'll dry in the sun for sure. I dry it with a towel.

I see a note my mom left me.

Robert, please go and buy some eggs

-Mom

Oh so we finally got money. Onthe way to the reaping I stop by the market and buy some eggs, I go back home, write a note that says.

Got the eggs.

-Robert

I leave again, my mom always sends me to places to get stuff, it gets annoying after a while but I need to help her out, she's not very well. I wish there was a way I could give her some medicine, she could die in her sickly state without medicine but we're so poor we can't get the medicine we need. It's just totally not fair, if we were in the Capitol she would be healthy again no questions asked.

I go and stand with the other sixteen year old boys and out escort comes over. He calls out the first name. "Rockie Spolt."

What the fuck kind of a name if Rockie?

He then reaches into the boys bowl, takes the tin slip of paper and calls out. "Robert Xavier!" The whole world around me seems to be contorting itself, I was picked, my expression turns into a shocked and scared one. No way, I'm seriously going into the games. But then I think to myself. But if I win I can save my mother with my money. But if I lose I die. Risk my life to save a life.

I take the stage. "Well here's your tributes District twelve!"

I shake Rockie's hand and we walk into the justice building. My last thought it. I have to win these. To save my mother...

Reapings are finally finished! Next is the tribute parade!