A/N: I really hope you enjoy. The SYOT forms are at the bottom just PM me with them answered to enter, or leave it in the reviews. You can only enter two tributes and they cannot from the career districts (as I have already planned them) or the District 7 male (again I have planned him).Good luck, and I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Please review.
The finishing line is so near, yet so far. I use the last of my strength to throw a knife, it barely scrapes his arm. We're doing this deliberately. I'm not going to let him lose. Then he throws a spear, it's quite an easy one to dodge. I think he meant me to, but I had no strength to roll out of the way. It lodges in my stomach, not too deep though. Blood gushes out of the wound like a waterfall, it drips into the stream, turning it a pale pink. At least I'll die looking at something beautiful. I only wanted to make my family respect me, make my district proud. He was never supposed to be reaped.
I am standing amongst a group of girls, all about my age. Some looked terrified. I'm not though. This year will finally be my year. This year I will be a tribute. I've wanted to do it ever since I was five and my sister Kaya was in her first reaping, her name was called out, but an older girl volunteered for her. Kaya visited her before she left, apparently she was going to start working in the mines soon, but she was very claustrophobic, and hated the idea of being miles underground in the dark, dank mines. If she hadn't volunteered, she would have gone crazy and committed suicide. She said if she won the games she would be rich and wouldn't need to work in the mines anyway. If she didn't the outcome would be the same anyway. She died in the first half hour of the games. I zone back in as Stella Willond read the name of the female tribute out
"Zoey Slater." She called into the microphone. I recognise the name – it's my thirteen year old brother's girlfriend. She stumbles onto the stage, petrified. I look at my brother. His eyes are wild with anger. A tear spills from his eyes. I haven't told my family I'm going to do this. "Any volunteers?" Stella asked. I step forwards.
"I volunteer." I shout. Zoey looked over at me and shook her head, but I smile weakly at her as she is led down the stage, while I am led up the stage by a group of peacekeepers.
"A volunteer." Stella states the obvious "And what's your name?" She shoves the microphone in my face.
"Sapphire Glart." I say, scanning the crowd.
"Well let's put a hand together for Sapphire, female tribute for District 1, and volunteer." The crowd erupt into applause, they think I'm brave, courageous. "Now for the male tribute." She rummages in the glass bowl full of paper slips. "Carter Glart." She reads out. What? No! He wasn't supposed to be called. This was never supposed to happen. My brother and I were never supposed to go against each other. Carter looks stunned as he is led up to the stage. "Any volunteers?" Pleae let there be one. Silence. "Well I'd bet my buttons you're Sapphire's brother."
"Yes." He replied dully.
"Well shake hands!" We reach across and shake hands, and I look at him close up. His hair is for once out of his eyes, combed back in honour of the reaping. His green eyes are as bright as a cat's, and they are starting to water. And I know, we both know, we'll never be able to kill each other. "I present the District 1 tributes for the 63rd hunger games, Sapphire Glart and Carter Glart. Happy hunger games and may the odds be ever in your favour."
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