Its Reaping day at District 2.

The peacemakers are busy setting up the stage and the screens.

Food,Bread and Drinks were prepared. Parents buzzing about whose child should be the chosen tribute.

Everything here in District 2 are different. Actually in all Career Districts.

Everything is different.

Reapings are joyous events. Parents are training their children to be killers and survivors in the Hunger Games.

I find it ironic though. My dad was a victor in the previous games and he expects me to be a victor someday too.

I was trained for months with this boy named Cato. I train with knives and while him spears.

I like Cato but my dad keeps on putting in my mind that only one of us should win.

Someone taps the mic and makes some screechy noises.

"Welcome,Welcome. Today we should pick one strong man and woman to represent District 2 in 74th Annual Hunger Games"

She shoved her sharp nails into the bowl of names for men. She picked Cato. Everyone cheered.

"and for the ladies"

She picked me.

Everyone hollered. My dad is proud.

Everything went so fast. Farewells to friends. Riding the train to the Capitol.

We are not allowed to eat sweets or unhealthy foods. We should eat meat,bread and water.

I was sharpening my knife when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in"

"Hey" He said in his most sweetest voice. Its Cato.

"What do you need? You have a special training with our mentor right?"

"I just wanna tell you that until everyone's dead we will be together okay?"

Hearing that makes me weak. I just saw the other career tributes. We were supposed to be a team with them. Its always like that every year.

But somehow I was disturbed with the District 1 girl tribute. She looks so slutty.

Cato poked me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Go. Our mentor shouldn't be waiting"

He nodded and went out.

I sighed and continue to plan killings in my head.

At dinner time. We watched the reapings of other districts.

In District 12,There's this girl who volunteered for her sister. How sad. She looks fragile though. The boy was pretty buff but somehow afraid.

"HAHAHAHA,His face when she called her name!" Cato laughed.

We watched the other reapings. The District 11 got the youngest. She's brown with curly hair and small. I guess we will save her for the gory ending. The others were average tributes. Nothing special.

Our mentor told us to be the best ever even in the Training. So the other tributes should be scared.

He said that Cato should pretend to like the District 1 girl tribute.

I spit out my wine upon hearing that.

"Whats the problem Clove?" Our mentor asked.

"Nothing. I should rest. We are going to be busy tom" I said and make my way to my room.

Tomorrow the competition will begin at The Tribute Parade.