Today is the day of the reaping. My name is Gurchurd Sander. I'm walking to the reaping with my finest dress; oily rags from my dad's machine shed.
I am walking, out of nowhere, a boy ,who I have liked since about a week ago, distracted me and a herd of cattle trampled over me, and ruined my dress of rags. One calf came back and kicked me in the face.
I have to find a new dress before the reaping. I quickly ran to the head chief of the market business, Curtis Sander, which whom is my Uncle. I asked him for a beautiful dress, but all he could find was a burlap sack. This had to do.
I finally got to the reaping and everyone was slurping their daily dose of sleep medicine, that is why everyone from district 10 looks so drowsy. I chose the manure flavor, and made sure to double dose on mine for today's special event!
After a while of wobbly standing, the announcer said that the time has come to choose the lady tribute from district 10. I hope it's not me, my name is only in there 69,000 times.
They call my name...I pee my pants and shart too...
I wobbly walk up to the podium, bodily fluids running down into my now squishy wet socks. she asked my name, I say Gutchurd Sander, daughter of Moira and Charles Sander.
After that the announcer vomits, apparently I stink like rotting flesh, and look unusually ugly. She says you worthless peasant get away from me, following with a heavy slap to my drooping face.
Some time later the male tribute is called. Keem Karsh. He vomits also, directly on me, boy can this day get any worse. All of the sudden a mule breaks loose and charges strait at me. Keem says he will save me, and then his sleep medicine kicks in, he falls to the floor. The raging mule kicks me right in the shin, snapping it entirely.
