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The sunlight filtered through the pitiful excuses for curtains, shining through Merida's eyelids and staining her vision red. Moaning, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "We'll, happy Hunger games to me."

On top of the kitchen table was some bread, still hot. A note card said, 'for Merida. From, Harris, Hubert, and Hamish.' The redhead frowned. Where did they get this? Real bakery bread? They couldn't afford it!

"AAARRRGGGGHHH!"

The baker's voice rang through the streets, and Merida smiled to herself. Those little devils sure showed ol' Vladimir, huh? And right after he was bragging that his shop was thief-proof…

Gulping down the bread, she left her brothers their presents and went off to change into the outfit her mother, Elinor, had chose last night. It was quite beautiful, a navy blue dress with old, Scottish decorations. And she got up to prepare further for the Reaping.

G'syr: THIS IS A LINE BREAK

As Merida stood in the stalls for the Reaping Candidates, she prayed to every god she had heard of, glad that her brothers were still to young for the Reaping. Her mind was drifting, hoping that the Mayor's looooooong speech would be over soon. It was not in vain, for soon the screen flickered to life.

Merida scowled as the President's face appeared. The second most-despised president of Panem. Pitch Black, and his name described his soul. His amber eyes had that malicious look in his eyes. His oily voice rang out:

"Welcome to the 100th annual Hunger Games."

G'syr: I know that was really short, so this is a line break

"As we all know," Pitch drawled, "We must go into the history of the two Great Wars. The first rebellion of the districts: all the history, yada yada yada, district 13 was destroyed and all that. The second rebellion: this is more interesting. After the 75th Games, Katniss Everdeen, or 'The Mockingjay' was one of the leaders of the revolution. After a truly valiant attempt on the Capitol, the rebels FAILED UTTERLY. And after the easiest but most emotionally exhausting war in history, the Capitol won. And the Hunger Games continue. However, this is the first Quarter Quell since the Second War, there will be a slight twist. Usually it would be the champions who were selected, but now, there will be a drawing of commoners AND victors. That's right, twice as many fight for survival. The same district alliance continues. May the odds be ever in your favor!" And with that, the screen went black.

G'syr: line break… line break… *huuuuuhhh…*

Merida had wondered why commoners were rounded up even though it was a Quarter Quell. Great. Juuuust great. Everybody was silent as the District 12 Escort, Toothiana Faerie, stepped onto the podium. "Well… I guess we'll start with the girls!" She chirped half-heartedly. People have mixed feelings about Tooth. Some people don't like her because she was Capitol, while most people were fine with her because she hated the Hunger Games. Apparently, her best friend growing up was a victor's child, who went back and forth from a District 12 and the Capitol, and therefor a citizen of the district. She was chosen as a tribute in her first year of being a candidate, 12 years old. She died in the first 10 minutes. Tooth has never liked the Hunger Games since. But as much as the woman was loved, it was hard not to loathe her as her hand drew the name from the girls' lot. She drew out the chosen slip of paper and read out: "Emma Overland!"

G'syr: Phew! Last line break… right? Sol: sorry. One more after this. G'syr: *sigh…*

A little girl of 12 was herded out and onto the podium. Tooth burst into tears as she saw the girl's age. Far to young to die. She heard a boy in her lane, Age 17 Lane, cry out in anguish. "Emma!" The boy looked like an older male version of Pippa. Her older brother?

"Jack!" The tribute cried out, sobbing. Fat tears rolled down her face. "Jack…"

As Merida watched the heartbreaking scene, her hard heart split in two. She was so young, with a family… she deserved to grow up. "I volunteer as tribute!"

G'syr:… you've got the message, right?

AAAAAND, that's it. Me and G'syr would just like to say, this is our first fic, and yeah. Don't be too hard on us. G'syr: *snoring, wakes up when Sol nudges him* Hrrr-rrr? Oh, yes! Criticism would be appreciated! Thank you!" *goes back to sleep* Sol: sorry. It's currently one A.M. Yeah. Woke up and had sudden inspiration. So, good night and good luck!- Sol and G'syr