The Reaping of District 9 Boy Tribute

That morning our house was silent. Nobody said anything. Though I knew what they where all thinking. What if this was the year my name got picked? There could be a chance I get picked this year. I mean that's possible for everyone, right? I didn't want to think about it that way, but the more I told myself not to I did. When I went downstairs from getting dressed everybody looked towards as they always do on this day. With sadness, despair, and hurt. I could see it in their eyes, in their faces. Fortunately my father decided to break the silence and suggested we all leave for the reaping. All five of us; my father mother and my two little sisters. There still too young to be entered into the games. We walked silently to District 9's village square where the reaping would be held. When we got there, there were plenty of other families there, grieving over the fact that their child could be chosen this year. I said nothing to my family, more accurately couldn't say anything to my family as I went to sign my name in. Then the peacekeepers had us all go into our age group. The whole village square waited with baited breath for our district representative to call out the 74th hunger games boy and girl tribute. Then my heart stopped as the representative read out the first name. I could faintly hear my mother's cry in the distance as she read it. Then I realized, that was my name she had said.