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     It takes me a while to realize where I am standing. Center stage at the Reaping. All I can remember is a daze of that morning, getting ready for the Reaping, and leaving the house early with my mother. My father hadn't even bothered to show up, off to work without a single care just like the other passing years. Not that my mother coming helps, she gives me no words of comfort before she leaves me to go and watch what could be the death of her only son. And now here I stand, chosen from the few slips in that bowl, chosen by my fate. I don't even remember moving my feet to make it to the stage, my shock erased the memory, and all I saw wa

     I dare not turn back to see what happened; however I know it is Amyntor who is fine.  I race into the house where everyone is waiting, Toma informed them all about what had happened.  I don't even hesitate and hug my mom. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead." I say, then quickly change. "Amyntor- he's-" My mom strokes my dirty hair and hushes me. "It's okay.  Toma told us.  He saw everything. Amyntor will be fine."     "I got him into some real trouble haven't I?" I look up at her.       "What can anyone do to him? He's a Peacekeeper."  Even by those words, I don't find comfort.  Because I know he isn't the top Peacekeeper, and most definit

     Another beautiful morning I wake in the bed of my little brother and sisters, giving a wide stretch.  It's just another day working at the farm, milking the cows, churning butter, feeding and wrestling the pigs- fighting the sick chickens to their sad little death for extra food... I must say, that's the only down side to my everyday life here in District 10. I get up, and kiss the foreheads of my eight year old brother, Toma, and my three sisters Lilic, Soari, and Yadelle. Lilic, the oldest out of the three of them stretches until I shush her back to sleep with no worries. She seems to be the most mature of the four, only being seven ye