A/N: Here's the first chapter.. I hope you like it!

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District One Reapings

Triumph Hudson's POV

I've got a secret. You see, here in District One, you wait until you're 18 to volunteer, wait 'til you've trained enough. But, the girl this year is a bimbo. A moron. Even her name screams "IDIOT!" Twinkle. Twinkle LaRousse. So, when Twinkle tries to volunteer, tries to enter the Games, I'm going to beat her. I'm going to enter the Games.

The morning of the Reaping, I wake up plenty early. I sneak out of the school dorm, careful not to wake the other girls. I live in the dorm, I have since I was 6, when my parents died in an accident at their work. Everyone tells me how sorry they are about my parents' death, but I don't remember them. It's just awkward to hear people gasp and say they're sorry. You didn't kill them, don't apologize.

A voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Hey! Hey! Hudson! Hey! I'm talking to you!"

I turn around and see, to my dismay, Cinquain Samson. He's the most annoying, stuck-up, jerk this school has to offer. All the girls seem to go crazy over him. Personally, I can't find what's so hot about having the complexion of a dead fish.

"What do you want Samson?" I snap, letting my annoyance show.

"Tri… tsk, tsk. You should know better than to show sass to me. I'm the floor's student head. I'll report you to the head. Then, you'll get in trouble and little Miss Triumph Hudson will never, ever get to volunteer for the Reapings." He smirks.

"Get the hell out of my way." I snarled.

He laughed, and pulled his hand from behind his back. He was holding a smooth metal circle that I recognized as being part of the weight throwing exercise in the training room.

"Samson… what are you going to do with that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and even.

"You didn't obey me," he hissed, "so now, it's time to pay the price."

Cinquain Samson's POV

I left the girl's prone body on the corridor floor. Ha! Stupid girl! She thought she was so strong, so brave. I saw how fast she crumpled, how fast she broke. Stupid thing. I walked quickly back to my room, and slid the shiny metal disk under my bed. Smiling, I fell asleep.

…

When I woke, up, the sun was streaming through the windows. The other boys in my dorm were already awake, joking around and teasing Ari Baker, the 12 year old who somehow got put in our dorm.

"Hey, Cinquain, did you hear about that girl, the one who was almost killed last night?"

I tried to look confused. "No…who?" I asked, remembering the sound Triumph's body made as it hit the floor.

"Triumph. The little bitchy one. You know… the ginger?"

Of course I did. But, if the guys in my dorm found out that I had almost killed her last night, and then I'd be expelled. At school, seriously injuring is fine. But, killing, killing removes one child who could have brought glory to our District.

Triumph Hudson's POV

That idiot… that idiot! He managed to knock me out!

Still fuming, I quickly dressed in my Reaping outfit: a short, tight green dress and shiny black boots that reached my knees.

"Tri… Tri… TRI!" Someone was shouting. "Tri!"

Twirling around on my heel, I gave the girl a dark smile. "Triumph. Triumph. If you call me Tri again, I will slice you open faster that you can scream."

The girl's face paled, and she stammered, "I-I just wanted to t-tell you that the Reapings start in two minutes. You're gonna be late."

Swearing under my breath, I hurried out of the room, leaving the still shaking girl behind me. I ran all the way to the plaza, and ducked into the 14 year old section, just as the ditzy Capitol escort dipped her hand into the girl's bowl.

"And, our lucky, lucky female tribute for District One is… Angel Lee!"

A tall girl, maybe thirteen, skipped up, smiling.

As Twinkle started to yell out "I VOL-", I broke her off, and strode up to the stage and snatched the microphone from the very-surprised escort.

"Hello. I'm Triumph Hudson. And, y'all have the pleasure of seeing the Victor of the 34th Hunger Games."

Smirking, I looked out over the crowd, at the furious head of School. There was nothing he could do.

Finally, finally, I was going to show these people that I could do this. I was so busy thinking about my victory, that I didn't notice when the boy tribute was called. I didn't realize he was called until he was shaking my hand. It was Cinquain Samson.

As I calmly looked into his eyes, all I could think was You're going to die first. I'm going to kill you Cinquain Samson.