User blog comment:Galeismywife/The 19th hunger games/@comment-5205924-20120825004417

Hey thanks for updating! I'm sorry I thought these were done. By the way, there are loads more information on Varin and Trafton on my profile. they have there lives. But I changed it so that Pulchra died earlier so...yeah.

Varin Ego's POV

I wake up to a beautiful sunrise. The lake by my house is glistening in the sun. Birds chirp cheerfully. the sweet smell of perfume hides the disturbing smell of gasoline. A perfect day. But I'm not happy. At all. Cause today is the day of the Reaping. Ever since my brother Garrett died 4 years ago, and my sister Pulchra last year, I have fallen into depression and disarray. I have attacks and flashbacks often. I wake up, stretch out, and walk into an empty house. I make myself breakfast from my 12 tesserae, which were supposed to be shared between my family and I. I guess that will never happen. I eat up my homemade bread (even though I'm not from district 9), and walk over to the reaping. My anxiety is overwhelming, even though I know exactly what I'm going to do. Volunteer. Either I can soak my spirits with the money I am given at the end of the games, or I will die and be reunited with my family. So, I get my finger pricked and wait for the Reaping. A zany looking escort with zebra striped hair and dress and skin walks over to choose the tributes, and I zone out in thoughts. Kyler Speare is chosen, and I hardly notice. Then my name is called. Varin Ego. I smile, and scamper onto the stage. We are led to the tribute train, and my journey begins.

Trafton Porter's POV

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