DISTRICT 1 – THE 49th HUNGER GAMES

Allegra Monet and Titus Angelo

Allegra's POV

My parents described me as shy, timid and sweet as a gumdrop. They were wrong, my main purpose is to win, and I never lose. Those who were unfortunate enough to beat me met with an untimely end. Yet, with me always winning and being the prized daughter, I was always underestimated. That was probably why my parents called me perfect, they made sure I was treated well.

But, they didn't know my longing for winning and my thirst for glory. They also did not know how when people got in the way, I used sabotage and bribery. I'd always wanted to enter the Hunger Games because I knew I could and would beat those pathetic excuses for fighters. Now that I was 17, my time was running out.

Today was the reaping, with my name entered 203 times, or thereabouts, I had to get in. My parents would not care; they have to worry about my 13 year old brother, who may get reaped. He won't, I will make sure of it, my parents will find out my true power.

I looked in the mirror, my perfect golden locks, my perfect blue eyes and my perfect tanned skin, aside from the measles scar under my left eye. That word annoys me so much, perfect, I may have been, but they never referred to me as a winner. Living on a large estate, servants attending to my every need, training every day. I had spent the past 6 years of my life observing the games, practising each trick and genius the capitol had created.

I was ready, smoothing my cream skirt and white blouse, I had to look impeccable, and this was my chance to shine. When our carriage arrived in the lavishly decorated square, adorned with large televisions and large flower displays, I saw the previous victors taking their seats, surveying the crowd seeing who was worthy and who was not.

The square was divided into 3 sections, one for those who were either too old or too young to participate in the games, one for the females and one for the males. Each had been divided into age groups and then in the corner of each age group were the street urchins cowering in the corner, those who did not have enough money to live the real way of life. I do not associate with them.

"Ladeez and Gentlemann" Said the escort, stretching out her words, "Welcome to the fourteee-ninth hunger games"

Suddenly a large circular glass bowl rose to the stage, the escort tried to walk over to the stage, but due to her incredibly large shoes, she tripped, making a fool of herself. I won't be making those petty mistakes. Smoothing out her ugly puffy skirt.

"Let us see who our female tribute eez" she said as she dramatically reached into the bowl, digging deep, Get on with it, I thought, "It appears that eet eez, Eleegra Moonet"

I slowly walked up to the stage, taking in my victory; the world had just become brighter. I, Allegra Monet had made it. "Sooo, Eleegra, are you surprised to have wooon?"

"It's Allegra Monet"I said venomously, "No, I knew I would win"

"Our Female Tribute for district one, Allegra Monet!" She said holding up my arm, in victory.

I was not surprised, I was always going to be successful. I could see my mother dabbing her eyes with her monogrammed handkerchief. My father glaring at the officials. And my brother's eyes boaring into me. I won and I knew I was going to win.

Two reasons – Sabotage and Bribery

TITUS' POV

All of my siblings had been named after old world influential figures, after all we were an influential family. My father was the mayor of District One, so we had land to train on, we were wealthy. But I've always had high expectations on my back, being the youngest, and only son – I was expected for greatness. However, I couldn't shoot an arrow, throw a spear or set a trap. I was a let-down, a disappointment a disgrace.

My father thought that I would learn over time, but now that I am fourteen, things aren't looking bright. My eldest sister Marie Antoinette had tried to coach me, now that she could not compete anymore, but failed dismally.

I was a failure, I wasn't able to achieve anything. My father had made sure that I never signed up to the terraese, because that would give me a larger chance of getting into the games, which would lead to shame upon the family with my asinine attempts of fighting.

My father left early on the morning of the reaping to prepare his speech. Marie Antoinette took us to the square where we took our places, Elizabeth in the 18 year old females, Cleopatra in the 16 year old females and me in the 14 year old males. I so desperately wanted to stand with the street urchins so no-one would notice me, I smoothed my dark hair over my brown eyes to try and blend in with the crowd. But when you are wearing one of the most expensive wool blend suits with a cream silk shirt and brown tie, you cannot blend in, especially when you are the mayor's son.

The green haired escort went through the usual agenda for the reaping. Including the female tributes, a blonde hair, blue eyed girl was reaped. She was bound to get many sponsors, attractive tributes always did.

Then the escort reached into the bowl, she pulled out a neatly folded slip of paper. Slowly she opened it and began to speak. "And zee male tribute for District One eez – Titus Angelo"

It couldn't be, against all odds I had been chosen, as a tribute. I stalled, not knowing what to do. "Eez Mr Angelo there" the escort said. "Y, Yes" I said as I walked up slowly to the stage; trembling with fear.

"Congratulations Meester Angelo" The escort said "Now both of you shake hands"

I put my hand forward to shake the girls hand, but she hesitated. "Shake hands" The escort said forcefully. "Of course" Said the girl, sweetly. And as we shook hands firmly, I looked her in the eye, she smiled, but her eyes betrayed her, they showed determination and cunning.

As I looked out to the crowd, I saw my father, he caught my eye and mouthed discreetly so no-one else could see 'If you fail, you are no son of mine' and with that he turned his eyes away.

The escort lead us down a set of stairs, where she started talking with my father. We turned a corner and the girl said, "Look, you say your name is Titus, but you're not strong, you are a weakling" She spat venomously "I will beat you, you will die. Your last name is Angelo, you're nothing like your siblings or father, I've seen you fight, it's pathetic, and you won't win. You don't have a bad bone in your body. No-one will want to sponsor you, I will beat you, Pathetic, Little, Weakling"

"But..." I started

"I always win"

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