I haven't written a fanfiction in a very long time nor have I written for The Hunger Games in over a year but I'm going to give my original idea another try since I've really grown as a writer since I started that one. It's mainly a Glato story but there is also a bit of Clarvel and a bit of Glarvel, since I can't make up my mind with Marvel.

I sat on my bed with my best friend, Marvel, as we ate grapes. We do this every day, sit on my beds and eat grapes. We sat in silence, both of us thinking about what was going to happen today. Would I be reaped? Would he be reaped? Would I volunteer? Would he? What if we were both reaped? These are the types of questions that have been roaming my mind for weeks.

Marvel and I had literally known each other since birth. He was born in Febuary and I was born in May the same exact year and our Mothers knew each other very well. So, ever since I was born, Marvel and I had been friends. A lot of people actually think that we're something more even though we really are just friends. I find Marvel attractive and he is the only person I have ever been able to open up to but after seventeen years of friendship, it just wouldn't be right.

I heard Marvel mumble something, breaking my train of thought completely. "Huh?" I asked softly, blinking a few times. "I said, what if I volunteer?" Marvel repeated. I stared at him in disbelief, shaking my head at him. He couldn't be serious right now. "You can't." I said quickly. "Why not?" He asked just as quickly. I paused for a moment, looking at my feet thoughtfully.

That was a good question. Why couldn't he? I mean, he may be my best friend but I can't force him not to. As much as I hate the idea, I can't stop him. A soft sigh escaped my lips. "You might not come back." My voice came out softer than I wanted it to, but I couldn't really help it.

I felt tears rushing into my eyes and Marvel quickly wrapped me up in a hug. "Please don't cry." He whispered softly. I nodded, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

We sat there like that for a while before I pulled out of the hug and looked at the clock. "You should go get ready, I'll see you at the reaping." I said softly. Marvel nodded, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before he headed off out of my window. I sighed softly, getting up and closing the window.

I began to go through my closet, looking for a dress to wear to the reaping.

After a few minutes of looking, I found the perfect dress. The top had see-through sleeves that wrapped around the shoulders with a trail of rhinestones on them that led down into the top of the dress. It was covered in silver rhinestones, shimmering when it hit the light. The rhinestones cut off at the top of the stomach and it had a silky pink bit of fabric around my stomach. The rest of the dress was the same silky pink color but it flowed out a bit at the bottom.

It looked like a dress straight from the designers at the capitol and I loved it. I loved every bit of it. I threw it on, nodding to myself. After that, I curled my long, golden hair and put it into a low ponytails, leaving my curly bangs out. I threw on some long, silver earrings and a cute silver bracelet as well. I finished up by applying my make up and throwing on my shoes before heading off to the reaping.

Once there, I followed the normal procedures and headed off to my age group with a soft sigh. I looked around, spotting Marvel and offering him a quick smile. He smiled back, waving and then looking up to the stage. My eyes followed his, landing on the district one escort. Everyone grew quiet as the anthem began to play and the video started.

They played the same boring video every year and, by this point, I just didn't pay attention.

The video ended and Zoella Birch, our district escort began to speak. She was tall and skinny and, for a capitol women, she was beautiful. She had glowing blue eyes and matching blue hair, eyebrows and lipstick but that was the only thing that really marked her as a capitol citizen. Her clothes weren't too flashy and she had a pretty nice personality, at least that I know of.

"Welcome, to the 74th annual hunger games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" She chirped, walking towards the ladies bowl. I watched her hand dive in and grab a name and then she pulled it back out, opening up the name card.

"Glimmer Roberts." My eyes opened wide in shock but I quickly forced a smiled, hurrying off towards stage. "No volunteers?" She asked. You could literally hear a pin drop in the silence. I made my way up to the stage, taking a deep breath but forcing a confident smile. "Hello dear." Said Zoelle. "Hello." I replied, glancing at Marvel.

"Next up, is the boys." She said with a smile, walking over to the boys bowl. She dug into the bowl and pulled out another name card. "Exandred Mayers." Zoelle spoke. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes when a oh-so familiar voice shouted out "I volunteer as tribute!" As soon as I closed my eyes, I quickly opened them to see Marvel make his way towards stage.

I felt a sense of panic as I watched him walk towards us. I wanted to rewind time and beg him not to, but it was too late now. I fought my tears, closing my eyes again as he stood beside Zoelle. "Hello, love. What's your name?" She asked him. "Marvel Sheldon." Marvel replied.

"Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor. Happy Hunger Games!" Exclaimed Zoelle.

And with that, we headed off to say good bye to our families. My father walked into the room, a warm smile on his face. "Hey sweetheart." He said. I smiled sadly. "Hi daddy." I said softly. "You go out there and win, okay? Do it for your mother. She'd be so proud of you." He replied. I felt a pain in my chest but I nodded anyways.

In case you didn't know, my mother died when I was thirteen. There was a houefire and my mother just didn't make it. Needless to say, I completely lost it. I cried and cried and cried and Marvel was the one to help me through it. Me and dad never talked unless we were arguing, that's how it's been my whole life. Marvel's mom has become a bit of a mom to me as well, since she was a close friend of my own mother.

My dad left the room and Marvel's mother came in, along with his little brother, Rocky. Rocky had tear-stained cheeks and it was apparent he'd been crying. Rocky was nine with hazel eyes and brown hair like Marvel's. Marvel and I were his only friends. Rocky got picked on in school constantly because he had mental problems. Marvel, his mother and I were the only people to ever treat him right. Even his own father treated him like a freak outcast. On multiple occasions, Marvel said he'd even hit them. Every time, though, Marvel stood up for Rocky. I respected him for that.

I felt bad, knowing that Rocky was going to be without Marvel and I. I felt bad knowing he might even lose the both of us.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked at Rocky and his mother. She had tears in her eyes as well. I knew how hard it was watching both me and Marvel go. "I am so sorry, that this happened, Glimmer." She said softly. I looked down and nodded. "I'm sorry that Marvel volunteered." I said softly. "Yeah, me too." She replied. She pressed a soft kiss to my cheek and tucked some hair behind my ear.

"Good luck, Glim." She said softly. "Thank you." I replied. Rocky quickly climbed into my lapped and hugged me. "Please don't go." He said softly. Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry." I said softly. He looked up at me and then down to his hands in his lap. He placed his hands in his pocket, pulling something out. It was an emerald green ring that matched my eyes perfectly. "I want you to have this." Said Rocky and his mother nodded and smiled.

"I-I can't." I said softly, shaking my head. "No, I want you to have it. Really, I do." Marvel's mother insisted.

I wanted to refuse but the peacekeepers came and took both of them away before I could.

We boarded the train and I gave Marvel a huge hug. I was upset with him for volunteering but then again, he was all that I had and I knew that.

Once we were settled in, the train took route.

So, that concludes the first chapter. I thought that I should at least give Glimmer and Marvel a bit of a backstory. What do you think? Feel free to make any comments you'd like, constructive criticism is always welcome.