User blog comment:Hoopsgirl29/34th Hunger Games/@comment-5205924-20120711011245

Trafton Porter Reaping:

I wake up on the best day of my life. The day I will volunteer for the reaping. I jump out of bed, with the unfamiliar smell of saltwater. I hurriedly get dressed for the reaping, and run outside. I start screaming. "Kilo! Kilo! I'm gonna be in the Hunger Games! The Hunger Games! The 34th Hunger Games! I run and run, screaming to my deceased brother. Somebody gets out and starts yelling. "Will ya shutap! I'm tryin to sleep here-a!" I just yell back, "You won't get how happy I am!" I hear a gunshot. Holy crap, is he shooting at me? I think. I start sprinting, tears of fear and joy in my eyes. There's still 10 minutes till the reaping, and I decide to wake up my friend Joy Rosefeather. "Joy! Wake up, it's a joyful day!" She gets up groggily, and looks at me. She screams, slaps me, pushes me to the door, and slams it on my face. I forgot she hates me. Paranoia! Gotta love it! I run to the reaping and get in line with the other kids my age. "Welcome! Welcome to the reaping, fellas!" Unlike other districts, our escort is a man. "I will-a reap the first one. Taylor Bransfield!" I see a 13 year old boy walk up to the stage. I raise my hand and lunge for the stage. "I VOLUNTEER!" I run up to the stage, say my name, and hope for the best as Peacekeepers lead me to the tribute train