Authors note: yes the first reaping are here! Yes they get boring after a while but I'll try to make them amusing or at the very least not dead boring. Please stick with me, there great for getting to know the characters.

District one reaping:

Flash Makewell POV:

I stood in front of my mirror, trying to decide what to do with my hair. Should I flip it to the left or the right?

"Flash! Flash get down here now!" I can hear my sister, Gem, screaming her block off down stairs. "I told you to get ready three hours ago! The reaping starts in ten minutes! You better not be asleep!" She concludes, and I go back to messing with my hair. I can hear her footsteps as she storms up the stairs.

"Flash, oh my gosh! It took you three frickin' hours to do your hair!" She screeches.

"No I put on cloths, and then it took me two hours to do my hair." It's true I'm wearing a white suit with a gem incrusted tie.

"Whatever," Gem groans. "I was supposed to be in the square ten minutes ago," Can she think of no one but herself?

"Let's go," Gem says grabbing my wrist, and dragging me out the door.

Once were in the square, I walk over to the eighteen year old section. Some guys who I allow to hang out with my walk over, and I can see some chicks checking us out, well me out. Why would they be interested in any one but me?

The mayor starts talking about some, dumb-ass war that happened, like two-hundred years ago, so I start flirting with some exceptionally hot chicks. It's much more entertaining.

Our escort, a purple sparkly chick, named Trilla Darnew. Walks foreword trilling

"Gentlemen first!" She walks over to the glass reaping ball and reads off the name, I don't even bother listing I simply walk forward and say loudly

"I volunteer!"

Jasmine Quill POV:

The idiot. Does he not realize what he's getting himself in to? No he probably to stupid.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Trilla says in her annoying capitol accent, so it sounds like a tone deaf bird is singing.

"Now for our ladies!" she digs through the bowl for a few seconds before pulling her hand out and reading off the name of the poor doomed girl. And that girls name is

"Jasmine Quill!"

It takes a second for my brain to catch up. I'm in shock I have six entries. Six! That's all. I walk to stage thinking that the odds are not in my favor now. Not at all.

"Well congratulations to our luck tributes!" Ha. Lucky. Yeah, right. I grudging reach out to shake Flash's hand, as I do he winks at me. I respond by rolling my eyes. Like I said Idiot.

We were escorted to the justice building to say our good byes. The first person in the room was Sapphire, she was sobbing.

"Oh, Jazz! Jazz I'm so sorry, I-I should have volunteered for you! I know you would have for me."

"It's ok, I understand," I murmured "I wouldn't have wanted you to volunteer for me, I have some training."

"Oh, but still! You-you might not- might not, come back," she whispered. I didn't respond, I knew I probably wouldn't. Even with training, I couldn't kill someone.

Next was my sister, she rushed in looking worried.

"Jazz…" she whispers looking at me "Why did no one volunteer?" I can tell that she's talking more to herself then me.

"Can't change that now. Well, um, do you have a token in mind?"

"Yeah, that bangle that you go me for my birth-day. The one with the rubies."

"Oh, somehow I knew that," she says pulling the bangle out of her purse. I take it and put it on, taking a second to admire it.

"Thank you," I whisper hugging her, and I hope she can tell that that thank you is about more than just the bangle.

Flash Makewell POV:

I chill on the velvet couch in the justice building .It's a nice place, but not a good as my house. The first people in are some of my guys, we laugh and talk about how the competition is toast, and how for me to get my pretty district partner.

Following them is a steady stream of girls, who over the years I've dated or talked to. I try to call them all by name, but it's hard, and some girls I flirted with today come in, so I try to make do with cute nicknames. They all love me. Life is very good.

When my sister finally comes in she looks pissed.

"What did you volunteer for?"

"Chill, I'm going to win. I'll get all the sponsors."

She makes a point of sighing loudly.

"Sponsors aren't everything!"

"I know I can fight. Why are you doubting me?"

"I'm not but-," her words seem to die "Anyways here you can use this as your token." She says handing me a gold wrist watch. I smile and take it; I know why she chose this. I like to know the time, simple as that.

The peacekeepers enter and take both of us to the train, or really to my victory!

Authors note(again): Thank you for reading! I still have spots open. I need males from 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, and 11. I don't need any girls. OK that's really really short sorry I will try to be longer if the future. Constructive criticism is appreciated.