Chapter 1 – Adrielle's POV

I woke up to the rays of the sun. I looked at my clock; it was only 7:30am. "Ugh." I went to the bathroom and started getting ready. Today was the 100th Hunger Games, it was a Quarter Quell. I couldn't wait on what type of Games this year would be. Every Quarter Quell was special. The gamemakers would make it more challenging than the regular games. At least that's what I was told. I wasn't around when the last one happened, since I'm only 16 years old.

I picked out a blue dress. The whole dress was sparkly. The top part was the color of sand. The bottom half was sea-blue. The color on the bottom half gradually started getting darker until the dress ended. Whenever I moved, the sparkles in bottom half would twinkle. This made the dress look like it had waves and would crash against the shore. (The "shore" would be the top part of my dress.) I got this dress especially for the Quarter Quell. I don't plan going into the games, but just in case, I wanted to look nice. I took out the matching blue flats my mother gave me.

I went downstairs to the kitchen. My mom and my sister were already down there. Up and very much ready. The Reaping didn't even start til' 12. I don't know why people in this house always got up so early. "Hey, mom. Adria. What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes, waffles, and bacon," my sister, Adria, answered. Adria was still 11, so she can't get Reaped this year. She had blond hair, brown eyes, and is ALWAYS nice to people. You barely catch her mad. She also always had a smile plastered on her face. The complete OPPOSITE of me.

I had dirty-blond hair, green eyes that changed to blue and gray, and I'm nice to people. MOST OF THE TIME. I don't have a smile plastered on my face, but I smile now and then. And I'm not short tempered, I can wait, but I'm not patient either. My dad was the Mayor, so I lived in the Mayor's house in District 4.

I grabbed a plate and loaded it up. "Do you know what today is, Adria?"

"It's the Quarter Quell! I don't want to see a new batch of people get tortured to death again. It happens EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR! It's so sad."

"Yeah. I know that, but this year it's special. Cuz is a Quarter Quell. It's going to be better than a regular year. Ya know, besides the death of people and stuff. And you're lucky you can't get reaped this year," I replied, cutting my pancake.

"Yeah. I guess, but I still don't like the games," Adria replied back.

"Alright girls, I'm going to work. I'll meet Adria here back home so I could take her to the Reaping okay, Adrielle?" My mom said. She worked with my dad, in the government.

"Okay." I replied.

"Bye mom!" Adria and I replied in unison.

Our mom kissed us on our foreheads and walked out the door.

"So, what are you doing today?" I asked Adria.

"Nothing. You?" Adria replied.

"Nothing either. You wanna go into town and spend some time together just in case I get reaped?" I replied back, joking.

"Sure. But you know you won't get reaped right?" She asked with a frown.

"Yeah. Probably. But you never know." I finished my breakfast, drank some juice, and went out the door with my sister following behind. After a couple of minutes of silence, a question in my mind lingered. I blurted it out. "What are you going to do if I get Reaped this year Adria?" I asked her.

"Uhm. I don't know. I would probably cry. A LOT. But Adrielle?" Adria asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"If you do get reaped this year, promise me you would try to win, okay? Promise me that." She said holding out her pinky finger.

"Yes, I promise." I said taking her pinky and promising.

"Alright. Let's go to the bakery and get something." Adria said as she led me to the way.

She would cry. A LOT. She would probably miss me too, I thought. If I do get reaped this year, I'll try. I'll try to win. I promised Adria that, and promise myself that too. She led me into the bakery, immediately filling my nose with wonderful scents.

"Hello. What do you want today Miss Adria?" The baker's son, Rye, asked. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and was muscular. Probably because of lifting 100 pounds of flour every now and then. He was probably my age too.

The baker was already familiar with Adria because she comes here almost every day.

"Uhm, can I have a chocolate crescent roll please? What about you Adrielle?" Adria asked.

"I'll just have a cheesy bun." I said to Rye.

"Ah, of course I should've known." Rye replied.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Oh. You know how Adria comes by here every day? And she gets cheesy buns. Well, one day she told me they were your favorite." Rye said, answering my question. "Here you go," handing me the bag that contained our bread.

"Thanks Rye!" Adria said enthusiastically.

"Hey, anytime kiddo. Bye Adrielle!" Rye said.

"Bye." I replied flashing him a smile before going out the door.

"Can I have my roll?" Asked Adria.

"Yeah, here. Wait I have to get my bun first." I replied taking the bun out and handing the bag to her.

"Thanks."

"Hey, I didn't notice your wearing the dress I got you for your birthday. It looks good."

"Thanks." She said, giving me a smile. "What time is it?" Adria asked.

"Uhm," I looked at my phone, "about 8:30. Why?" I replied.

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering."

"Okay. Let's walk around town til' the Reaping starts." I said.

"Okay." Adria said walking around beside me.