
It's the day of The Reaping today. Such grief has filled this District. Sighing and crying. You get yourself dressed for the Reaping. Wearing either passed on clothing or something you made yourself. The Reaping bell has rung and you all make your way to the center part of your district. Signing in, but make your way to somewhere where your separated. Your separated by gender and age. When that grumpy old lady comes up to the stage. It's the one hundredth game... being picked twice, yes. Sadly, for whoever gets picked.
The lady, Miss Hickory, picks one name out of the girls, and one out of the boys. You hear her reading your name. Your mother or father bursting into tears. You somehow make it onto the stage, and now...
Your part of The Hunger Games...
The lady, Miss Hickory, picks one name out of the girls, and one out of the boys. You hear her reading your name. Your mother or father bursting into tears. You somehow make it onto the stage, and now...
Your part of The Hunger Games...













