The Children (open to chars <18)

Four-year-old Robert Garnier sat on his porch in District Five, wishing for something interesting to happen. His birthday was in three days, and that was interesting enough, but he was used to instantaneous gratification, and he wanted excitement now. He looked down at his sticky palms, still covered with the lollipop from the night before, and slicked back his hair, which stuck for a second, then sprung back into its curls a moment later. Suddenly, remembering why his hands were sticky and that there was a candy shop just down the way, he got to his feet and hobbled down the street before his older sister Rosalind could notice he was gone.

Rosalind Garnier, on the other hand, was used to having to work for the things she wanted. Even though her family had purchased a microwave from the Capitol a year earlier, she refused to use the thing, claiming that nothing in this world, especially food, should be that instantaneously gratifying.
"If food was meant to cook that fast," she always said, "the sun would be a lot hotter." And she was right, of course. In this case, on the 9th of June, she was trying to make oatmeal and it wasn't going very well. First, she had boiled the water then stirred it into the oats, but it had cooled off too quickly and now, determined not to resort to the microwave, she pulled out a pot and sighed, knowing she would have to spend about 10 minutes scrubbing it clean afterwards. While her breakfast heated on the stove, she waited for her younger siblings to wake up. Robert hadn't even gone to sleep the last two days because of his permanent sugar high. She took the top off of the saucepan and stirred the oats while looking pensively out the window. It was only then she realized that her younger brother, who had been there only a moment ago, was now AWOL.
"Damn," she swore, and took off down the road.