My sister does her signature smile, her beautifully carved dimples caving in. I stand beside her and watch, only 12, a shy girl. This would always happen nowadays, every year, Districts 1-12, gather around and raffle for their "Brides and Husbands".

It sounds idiotic, I know.

We separate, me going sneaking into the crowd to watch.

Since I'm smaller, I weave my way into the crowd, then hear a disturbing sound from near the Play Center. A little boy with jet black hair was having a screaming match with the Peacekeeper. The Peacekeeper then raised his whip as I ran towards them, his whip lashing the boy's back as he was trying to escape, and my arm as I tried to break them up.

Then, as if nothing happened, the Peacekeeper left. I was crying at this point, but the boy wasn't. He walked over to me, silently handed me a locket, and left.

I still wear it around my neck..

_•End of Flashback•_

As I get up, rubbing my eyes, I look for my locket. Clipping it on in the back, I free my hair from being compressed by the chain. I clip on my bra on, twisting it back around and slipping my arms through.

I grab my dress, slipping it on and adjusting it. Grabbing my heels, I slip them on. I grab a pin, holding it in my mouth as I put my hair in a donut bun and sticking the pin in to compress the access stray hair.

I check myself over, slipping on my sister's homemade net bracelet. I smile, curtseying in the mirror. Scoffing in disgust, I turn heels and quickly grab my hand purse.

'God I look horrid... Let's just get this over with.'

I quickly eat my morning meal, maple salmon, and I'm off. I visit my aunt, taking my little sister and leaving quickly.

As I walk up the street towards the Reaping, everything flies by..

×~•Reaping•~×

My older sister. My older sister was picked, and as I realize this, a wave of grief washes over me.

My older sister is sweet. Too sweet. Her gumdrop dimples fit perfectly with that wide, bleach-white smile. She always looked perfect, that long blonde hair cascading down to her perky butt and her bright blue eyes lighting up the entire room.

Her strong look has abandoned her, weeping and sorrow only showing as she silently cries. Shuffling to the stage, she takes her spot and stands tall.

I have been crying ever since her name was called, tears flowing freely down my freckled cheeks.

As the male tribute is called, my sister mouths out,

" Yeux d'océan, perdre sa forte... Yeux d'herbe, doivent aller...".

I screamed silently, pushing my way out of the line and howling,

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

That's when time flies by~

I hug my aunt, as in a TIGHT hug. As I hear her silent whimpers, I try to stay strong.

Next is my older sister, and as I leap into her arms, she pulls me off. Looking into my eyes, shaking my shoulders and saying quietly.

"Be strong. You have to win, for me, for Cherilee, and for yourself!"

The peacekeepers drag her away as she screams,

" J'ai foi en toi ! GAGNEZ POUR NOUS ! Je sais que vous pouv-"

The door slams shut and cuts her off. I stare, wide-eyed and begin breaking down in tears.

Okay guys! That's Chapter 1 of this ongoing experiment. Thank you so much for reading this,sorry if it didn't turn out as great as it should have. If you know me from my lame 1/2 of a 1/2 chapter story based off of Left 4 Dead 2, you can kinda see that my stories focus on making all the settings and characters add up. For the translations, I kinda screwed up. I'm SORREH that I don't have the translations yet, these were old stories so I figured I'd put them on here. ;-; Don't kill me. I WILL have translations when the next chapter comes out though, so stay tuned!