User blog:District12-Tributes/My Hunger Games

Reapings
District 1 Reapings-

Polyester Romano (Female): I woke especially early this morning; it was nearly 10:30 AM! I had a good reason for getting up so early, too! Today is reaping day, and I know I will be fabulous today!

Anyway, I was standing beside a group of other sixteen-year-olds. I knew that I looked way better than almost all of the people here! Even if my name wasn't drawn, I would volunteer, because I am going to the Capitol! I waited impatiently for the tributes' names to be called. I was just getting tired of waiting, when a bubbly Capitol woman took the stage in a neon, green dress. "Hello, District 1! I won't keep you waiting longer, so let's get going, shall we?" She smiled at us and didn't wait for an answer. "As always, ladies first!" Her gloved hand slid into a large, glass reaping bowl. I was giddy with anticipation. "Polyester Romano!" ''Great, I won't even have to go to the trouble of volunteering! ''I thought.

Calico Shimmer (Male): I am one of the few people in District 1 who dread my name being called at the reaping. I hate the idea of killing another living, breathing person; it's just not right! Due to my opinion, I do not dress up for the reaping. I do not treat it special. I hate the Hunger Games; I miss our few years of freedom with President Paylor. I hate our President who took over after President Paylor's Death, President Ivory, who insisted we return to Panem's laws and customs from President Snow's time.

Well, when I get to the Square, where the tributes' names will be called, I catch my best friend, Rex's, eye. He is, actually, three years younger than me, and we share the same opinion of the Hunger Games and the reaping. I can tell he is nervous, so I give him what I tried to make seem like a reassuring smile.

Soon, a woman wearing a neon, green dress and wig steps up onto the stage. "Hello, District 1! I won't keep you waiting longer, so let's get going, shall we?" She pauses a moment and gives us a large, fake smile. Then, she continued, "As always, ladies first!" She grabbed a piece of paper from the girls' bowl and called out the name, "Polyester Romano!" A beautiful girl walked up beside the Capitol woman and grinned with a confidence and determination that I admired. I took a deep breath as she started to the boys' bowl. She plucked up the first name her hand touched and yelled the name, Rex White, out into the croud! I let out a sigh of relief, but soon realized who the name belong to. Rex! I couldn't let him go into the arena! "I volunteer as tribute!" I cried, before I knew what I was doing. "Oh, and your name is?" the Capitol woman asked me. I didn't reply, and she looked offended by my silence. "Well, then," she said and exited the stage indignantly.

District 2 Reapings-

Shamrock Harrison (Female): I wait in the Square with the cheering crouds of District 2. The rush of excitement floods through my veins as I wonder what will happen today; a volunteer no doubt.

Suddenly, the escort is onstage and the people behind me give out a loud roar, then are completely silent as the escort, I didn't bother to listen to her name, plucked a simple slip from the glass bowls. She opens her mouth, but desperate screams of girls overcome her voice, even with the microphone. I sigh; I've had enough of this. I grab the knife I keep in my boot and throw it at the stand. Girls shriek, and I step up. "I think that I'm your tribute," I say with a mischievous smile.

Jason Tompre (Male): I wait my turn and fidgit with my hair, hoping that I will look okay when I volunteered.

Shamrock is looking at the crowd of boys, trying to decide on her District partner. The escort plucks the boy's slip, but no one listens. Shamrock's gaze lands on me, and she takes the slip from the escort. She directs the Capitol woman to me and whispers to me. The woman nods fearfully and motions for me to come up. I do a jumping flip and land on top of the stage, smiling. Shamrock grins at me. We will win, her smile tells me. And I believe her. I will soon realise that I shouldn't have ever trusted her,

District 3 Reapings-

District 4 Reapings-

Airlia Romaine: I love the feeling of the sand betweenn my toes, but why when there's sand does there have to be water? I sigh and walk to the reapings. My silvery blue dress wrapps around my skinny legs as a large sea breeze flows through the square. The escort with his bright pink hair smiled as he went through the dark days and such, I really didn't understand it at first, because I moved to Panem about eight years ago from Greece, but I learned soon enough what was going on. The escort stopped his little speech and went immediately to the girl's reaping bowl. He plucked a name that sounded familiar, and the fourteen-year old girl walked to the stand. I did know her! It was Kajama Odair, Leah, my sister's, best friend! So I did the unthinkable to save Leah from volunteering and Kajama from death.