A/N- This is all about the reaping in District one. I want you to get a sense of Holly's and Lane's personalities. Enjoy!

District 1

Holly's POV

The time has finally come! Today is the day of the reaping, and I can't wait. I've been waiting for this day as long as I can remember. My trainer said I could volunteer this year, and I will. I don't really have a plan to win yet, but I can think of one later. I just want to get into that arena as soon as possible. The other tributes better watch out for me.

I lazily get out of bed and go to the tiny bathroom across the hall. I brush my teeth with my toothbrush and toothpaste that are just lying on the counter. I head back to my bedroom and amble to my closet. I scan my clothes for a dress. I discover a shimmering dark blue dress with flowers on the bust. I decide to wear it since I can't find a better contender. I slowly put it on. I saunter to the nearest mirror and gaze at my reflection. I look absolutely stunning. This will definitely get me sponsors. I decide to keep my hair simple since the dress is so intricate. I just brush my dirty blonde hair out. I apply some mascara and dark red lipstick. I stare directly into my own light blue eyes and say, "You are tough competition."

I quickly go downstairs and grab a piece of toast from the table. I must have woken up late. My family must already be at the town square. I look at the clock. It's already 1:50! I'm going to be late! I run out of the house to the town square where the reaping is being held. I'm not going to be late for the most important day of my life.

I make it in the nick of time. I seriously just make it to the section where the seventeen year old girls are being held when I hear the clock ring, which means it's two o'clock. I look around and see all the girls shaking. Wimps. How can they not be excited for the reaping? Everyone should be.

Our mayor starts reading a boring speech that he reads every single year. It's really annoying. I zone out. I awake from my trance when Paris, the District one escort, says, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Her voice is so annoying in her Capitol accent. Her light green hair bounces around as she trots to the podium. How could she put herself in those ugly clothes? How could anyone think her yellow jumpsuit is attractive? "Ladies first," Paris says. She reaches deep into the bowl and pulls out one tiny slip. "Meadow Ashton," she says.

I see a tiny thirteen year old slowly amble her way up to the stage. She annoys me so much. She's such a coward! She looks like she's about to faint in fear. I have to end this misery soon. "Any volunteers," Paris says. Thank you!

"I volunteer! I volunteer for District one's female tribute," I say in a confident voice. I quickly make my way up to the stage, not even making eye contact with that lowly coward.

"How wonderful! What is your name," she asks.

"My name is Holly Bliss," I say with a smile.

"Wonderful! Now, let's pick our male tribute," she says in a chirpy voice. Great! Let's see who my competition will be.

Lane's POV

Please don't pick me! Don't pick me! Don't pick me. Paris slowly picks a slip from the very top of the other slips. "Lane Vanderveer," she says. I am just sixteen! I'm too young to die! I slowly stroll up to the stage trying to look as confident as I can. "Any volunteers," she says. Nothing. Dead silence. She motions for me to shake hands with Holly, and I do. "Let's hear it for District one's tributes," she squeals. Everyone is clapping insanely. Don't you understand we're going to die! I glare at them. This is going to be a long couple of days.

Peacekeepers escort us to the Justice Building where I will be saying goodbye to my family and friends. I look over at Holly. She is absolutely gorgeous in her dark blue dress. Why is she smiling? Doesn't she know twenty-three innocent people are going to die in just a couple of days! She notices me staring and gives me a small smile, and looks away quickly. Whoa. Did she just smile at me? Does she like me? Is she just being nice? I don't know. Girls are so complicated. You can never tell what they are thinking. I reach the room and the door closes gently behind me.

My family comes in with splotchy eyes. We hug each other. They all know as well as I do that I will die. My parents and my sisters try to comfort me, but it doesn't work. The peacekeeper comes to escort them out. "I love you all," I say.

"Love you," my family says. Soon they're gone, and I am alone again. I really hope no one else will visit me. Probably no one will. I don't have any friends. I am very shy at school.

Holly's POV

My mother and my younger sister come in. "Hi," I say casually.

"Hi, honey! Can you believe it! You are in the Hunger Games," my mother says, beaming. I can tell she's proud of me.

"I know! I can't wait," I say, smiling.

"You're totally going to win," my mother says. Wow. I've never seen my mother so happy!

"Thanks, mom," I say. We just sit there smiling and babbling on about the Hunger Games. The peacekeeper comes in, interrupting the perfect moment. "Bye, mom! Bye, Lucy," I call out.

"Bye," my mom says.

"Bye. Be safe," Lucy says. Then, they are gone. What? Does she not believe I can win? I'll show her. I'll show them all. My two friends are the next people to come in.

"Wow. My friend is going to be the next Hunger Games victor! Are you excited," Georgia says.

"Who wouldn't be," I say. Thank goodness someone else believes in me. I smile, and so do my friends. I am going to miss them so much.

"So…that Lane guy seems pretty cute," says Silver.

"I am going to win. Not to get a boyfriend," I say. They laugh. He is really cute, though. His shiny blonde hair and dark blue eyes are so charming. Then again, why not have a little fun before the Games? I sit there, again, just babbling on about how wonderful it will be in the Capitol. The peacekeeper comes and escorts my two friends out. "Bye," I say.

"Bye," they say in perfect unison. I brace myself to face the cameras and Lane. Lane. His name brings a smile to my face. No. This can't be happening. I am supposed to be a cold blooded killer. I can't let a relationship get in the way, and I won't.