Ardeth Eagleheart
District 2
I wake up. Today is the reaping for the 250th annual hunger games. Today I might be reaped. It's a quarter quell. I am 12 years old and I might compete in the hunger games.
All these thoughts are going through my mind. If it weren't for the quarter quell my sister would be volunteering today. I just don't see this whole honour thing. I don't see why we have these games. And I wish I had never watched them that year when Cleo went in to the games.
I was 7. I didn't have to watch, but my friend was watching so I decided I would watch too. There was no way I was going to have her call me a coward. At least that was what I was going to do before Cleo volunteered. I remember looking in terror as the older tribute pinned her down and tortured her with a knife. I always closed my eyes when I thought a death would happen during the games after that.
I shake myself out of my thoughts. I won't be reaped anyway. I decide to pull on a simple long maxi-dress and a white cardigan on, then grab my sandals from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey Claudie! Good morning!" I call to my sister. I almost called out hey Cleo but stop myself just in time.
"Oh you woke up a bit late, honey, so would you be ok with eating a bacon sandwich while we are walking down to the square?" My mother asks.
"Sure, no problem. I'm ready to go now." I say tying my hair up into a long braid down my back.
Hunter Bronzespear
District 2
I wake up. Just like any other normal 12 year old on the morning of their first reaping I am terrified. Because I am a normal 12 year old. I am not trained. At least I can build a fire.
After I have dressed in a simple outfit for the reaping, I go downstairs. I am one of the few district 2 children who need to take out tesserae. I guess for district 2, I'm not a normal kid at all.
I live in a small house with my parents and older sister Garnett, who is 16 years old. That means I have my name in the reaping bowl 5 times, that's a lot for district 2. I bet I'm going to get reaped and die in the games. I had to put my name in more times though, since my sister couldn't this year.
We eat breakfast quickly and head over to the justice building for the reaping. I daydream through it all. I am preparing myself to walk up to the stage now. Our escort Sweetheart is calling out the female tribute's name now. After that it'll be my turn to walk up.
"The female tribute for the 250th hunger games from district 2 is Ardeth Eagleheart" she shrieks. I wish she didn't shriek like that.
Ardeth walks to the stage shocked, I vaguely remember her sister Cleo's games. Then all of a sudden I remember what happened, and that's when I see that horribly upset look on her face. Cleo died in the games in a horrible way. That must make her little sister pretty damn scared (If you cannot deal with the word damn even you had better not read more of this story).
Then all too soon my name is called, as expected by me, and I walk up and shake Ardeth's hand.
My parents and my sister came to say goodbye to me. It's all a bit of a blur.
Ardeth Eagleheart
I hug my sister and my parents cry. It's all so weird and suddenly I am remembering Cleo's death. My parents and sister have to go and then Sweetheart comes and takes me and Hunter to the train.
Hope you didn't mind these sound a bit rushed. This is supposed to be a blur for the tributes – they don't want to be in the games or even watch them.