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All the teenage children were brought together to the center of the district. District 9 was not an outer district like 10, 11 and 12, so it wasn't an incredibly poor one, but let's just say it wasn't the richest. More like, less than mediocre. You know, houses that aren't too too nice, but not tornado-wrecked either, paved roads, that need som improvement, but not hard to ride or walk on, no cars but no pioneer stuff at all either. If people couldn't grow plants like flowers or trees, it'd look as depressing as an outer district. You could say that District 9 was a prospering version of an outer District. Well, at least people have good manners.
Many children looked depressed, and others, afraid, but I was bored out of my mind. I'd been through this exact same situation many times. I wondered why the heck people did this? The whole gathering and announcing thing, when all you have to do is do it on TV, and then have the Peacekeepers come take them. Then again, that did have flaws, like children fleeing. Still, I would have liked it better than having to walk half a mile, get a heart attack, and walk back. Well, some of the other children around my age did look depressed as well. 'Good, I'm not the only one.' I thought. I yawned, silently of course, as the first name was being drawn, girls' name. I went and looked behind her, at some other line of 18 year olds, while the name was being called, Keisha Pruna, or something like that. I looked back at the front and streched. Some people who I knew were starring at me, for some reason, some whispering 'Go'. The name was called a second time, "Mykeisha Bruma?" What? I was, just, shocked, I was called? I touched her neck, as if I was being called for public execution by hanging. Of course, that wasn't out of the question, when it came to how sadistic the games can be, and there's only been nine so far! Rumour has it that some of the richer Districts have started to be secretly training for this, so more than likely, this year would be the hardest yet.
'Calm down Mykeisha, you've learned what happens. It's all about the audience. Okay, so far, I looked as if was bored, meaning I seem confident, right?' I tried to think of how I should have look. I was probably the first person to have mentally thought of his or her appearence on camera at first, right? I was also the first in District 9 to have been training myself, and if the rumours were false, the first one ever. It's illeagle to train, right? I walk toward the front. I had a semi-tired semi-angry look on my face, but then, I let out a smirk, for the camera. Could I be the first District 9 tribute to win? I walked onto the stage. and faced the audience. A camera pointed at me and I glared at it. I looked crazy fierce without even scowling. Was my last name Bruma for a reason? I glared at the camera as if I was challenging the other tributes, telling them 'I am planning to live, and if I have to kill you to do it, So be it'. I glanced at the next camera zooming in on me from the side and glared at it from the corner of my eye, as if asking 'You got that?'