The Reaping District 10

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The Reaping District 10 Jan 19, 2010 1:26:28 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 19, 2010 1:26:28 GMT -5

Olive had had District 10 for 3 years now. They never won. It simply seemed they lacked the talent, and the motavation. Whatever it was they lacked, she was tired of putting her energy into everything because they didn't.

"May the odds be ever in your favour." she said bored. As if she'd down it a thousand times, she reached her hand into the girl's bowl and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. "Anastasia Estrange."

The boy's drawing went quite the same, and Olive craved something different. She wished she could have a different district at the very least. "Jayson Calloway." she called.

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The Reaping District 10 Jan 19, 2010 16:29:30 GMT -5

Post by Tori on Jan 19, 2010 16:29:30 GMT -5

Anastasia:

I wasn't worried about the reaping. There was no way I was being picked. I was almost 19, I had made it this far, I don't see why I can't make it past this last reaping.

We all gathered in the district square waiting for our escort to appear. I didn't really no anyone in my age group, but I didn't care to get to know them either. My parents weren't at the reaping, like usual. They were off visiting some other district with their new theory for polynomials.

Sarah was with the rest of the crowd, probably scared half to death, and Ben was with the rest of the 14 year old boys. Our escort came onto the stage texting. Really? Couldn't she even pretend to be interested in our futures? Whatever.

She hoped 'the odds would be ever in our favour' and reached her odd coloured arm into the girl's reaping bowl. She read off the name with no particular interest. "Anastsia Estrange." Then she headed over to the boy's reaping bowl.

Anast- me? No, she couldn't be talking about me. No, no, no. This wasn't possible. This was the last time I had to be in the reaping. I couldn't be chosen. I was going to graduate from college next year and travel the districts, see the world outside District 10. No, she must have the wrong name. This isn't happening.

But the realization sinks in when I hear Sarah's voice call my name from out in the crowd. It sounded like she was in pain, and I knew I couldn't do anything to fix it. I step out of the area with the rest of the girl's and make my way onto the stage.

I don't cry. Why would I? It still hasn't sunk in yet. But no doubt it will. I walk on stage and glare at the cameras fixed on me. How dare they pick my name. I was going to be someone, do something. I try to find Ben's face amongst the rest of the 14 year olds. I do, and he is just standing there, his emotionless eyes fixed on mine.

We stand there, locked in each others vision. He is trying to be strong for me and Sarah, I know it. I have to be strong for them too. I look around. The boy tribute is coming on the stage. I pay no attention to him, and instead stare up into the skyand trying to grasp the reality of what's happening. This is not real.

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The Reaping District 10 Jan 20, 2010 21:24:00 GMT -5

Post by A Toa's Friend (atoafriend) on Jan 20, 2010 21:24:00 GMT -5

I jolted when I heard my name. It never really occured to me that I'd REALLY get chosen. It felt so strange, after imagining things and talking things over with my friends about how we would win the Games to really be in them. It all came down on me that moment, that I might die, that I may never see my friends and home again. Patryck was probably devastated nearby, and Terry was probably the one blurting out "What?!" over and over. The thought that I would even miss Fyuori's annoying presence wove into my mind. Man, things were taking on a whole different perspective. And out there, some blundering pathetic excuse of a Career was planning my impending fate.

Huh uh. Not on MY agenda.

People would be sad when I die, but the Capitol was in for it. My externally bored expression pulled into one of a sadistic grin. I never took pride in my comprehensive capabilites, but Fyuori had drilled it long ago into my head that a pessimist was a dead one. I was going to WIN those Games. Those Careers will fall victim to my hands, whether I decieve them or not. I OWN THEM.

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