District One: Luxury

I knew today was my day. The day I, Lucy Quinn Fabray, would become tribute.

I had to. It HAD to be me. And if my name wasn't called, I would volunteer. I would be returning home after all. I have been training since I was 6 for the games, and now that I'm 18 I need the chance to show the Capitol that that training wasn't for nothing. I am going to win the games. Whether the Capitol likes it or not.

That was the little speech I repeated over and over again in my head until I reached the Justice Building. I had my hair in sweet curls tumbling down my back and a pastel blue dress on. My mother, my older sister Frannie and my younger sister Catherine stood by my side. Frannie, being 22, was too old for the games and 9 year old Catherine too young. So I had no fear of siblings stealing my spotlight in the arena.

"Welcome District 1, to the annual Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!" Luella Martins droned, walking towards the bowls that held the names of each child in the district.

"Ladies first!" She piped cheerily as she plunged her hand into the bowl and after some rummaging around pulled out a name.

"Morgan Ramsay!" Luella called as a small 12 year old girl made her way up to the stage.

"I Volunteer!" I scream as loud as I can. "I volunteer as tribute!" The looks of shock on the people of district one unnerved me but I smiled and made my way up to the stage. Morgan hurried back down to her mother and sister.

"What is your name?" Luella inquired, rather too nosily.

"Lucy-Quinn Fabray, but I go by Quinn." I said.

"Well Lucy-Quinn, may the odds be ever in your favour!" Luella said. "Now onto the men."

Her hand, dyed pastel pink to match her hair and the rest of her body, dove into the bowl rather quickly this time and yanked out another name.

"Niall Horan." she said as the blonde boy made his way up to the stage. He's the Irish boy in my class at school. It's too bad that I may or may not have to kill him, he's a cutie. Oh well. As the Peace Keepers pushed us into the Justice Building I whispered quietly to him

"May the odds be ever in your favour, Ireland."