The 175 annual hunger games

District 9 reapimg

Kiwi's P.O.V
"Its ok sweetie." My mom strokes my icy blond hair before she lies down again, today is the reaping. I am eleven years old so I can get chosen, there is a new rule where the tributes can go from 10-18 years old, I only have my name in the pot 20 times. It should be less but I had to put it in every day for the past 2 weeks because I need to get my moms medicine, she has been sick for about a year now, she hasn't been able to work in the fields so i have yo either pay with what I earn or put my name in. She wouldnt survive without me I dont know what I would do if I got chosen.
I go back to my room and collect the only nice piece of clothing I have left, I had to sell everything else, its a light blue dress and when I twirl in it its like Im flying- but I don't do it that often because one time I did it to show my friend, Cherry, and then my underwear went on full show.
I slipped on the dress and then pinned my hair up into a messy bun, with mom being sick all the time and I was never taught how to make my hair all nice, but this isn't worth looking nice, this is more like a funeral than a party.
I go to my mothers room and give her a kiss on the forehead, she had been sleeping a lot lately with the fever.
If she wakes up I hope she will find the note I left under her medicine, it might be the last thing I ever get to say to her.

When I arrive at the square it is quiet, with so many kids already dead because they followed in the rebellious steps of their parents. I go to the desks and give them my finger, we practiced at home with some of moms needles, at one point she was trained in first aid, so that I wouldn't cry and show weakness to whoever else might get chosen.

A few moments later a brightly coloured lady dressed in a puffy blouse with pink sheep dancing on it and a pencil skirt with the same sheep came onto the stage, her name is Prinkle.
"Oh why hello everyone, I am so very exited for this absolutely magical quarter quell. My goodness I just love the new rules, dont you?"
Pretty sure she is talking about the age rules, I would rather I went in than a 10 year old, or anybody really. I hate the hunger games, it's an excuse for the capital to strike fear into our hearts.
"And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Ever since the first rebellion each announcer says that before they pick the names. Prinkle walked over to the boys bowl, "lets switch it up a little this year." She reached into the bowl, grinning, and dragged out a name slowly. "Riker Nixet" There were screams coming from the audience, and one distant 'thats what you get.' I saw a small boy with what seamed like dark brown hair, but his face was covered in dirt so maybe his hair was lighter. Prinkle stepped closer to the mike, "Oh well isn't this absolutely wonderful, come here Riker, now won't you tell us how old you are." He didn't step any closet to the mike so I only saw him mouth something. "Ah wonderful, 16. Now onto the females, she didn't hesitate to reach to the bottom where the younger names usually were.
"Kiwi Rivers."
No noise came from the people

Oh no.

Tributes:

-Riker Nixit (16)
-Kiwi Rivers (11)