"Blair, Aaron, get ready children, the reaping is going to begin soon, wouldn't want to be late," Cyrus Rose told his son and step daughter.
"Oh god not again," moaned Blair.
The reaping, possibly the most boring day of the year Blair thought. Aaron always says; sometimes he wishes to be chosen, to be noticed, to be a hero. He's so deluded into thinking he'd be able to survive longer than 10 seconds in the sick game the Capitol enjoy so much. Occasionally Blair does consider the advantages of getting away from her ignorant mother and those buffoons she has for a stepdad and brother. But even though it's painfully boring sewing for the Capitol in the dreadful District 8 nothing compares to the disgusting torture of the Hunger Games.
Blair walked into her room to find a lime green dress placed neatly on her bed.
"I wish you wouldn't eat so many scones Blair, I need my designs to be represented well, not on chubby children," Eleanor scowled. "Here's hoping you actually fit in the dress."
"Well the reaping is hardly a good time to show off your designs mother," Blair replied.
Eleanor sighed and zipped Blair's dress up with ease, then stormed out of the room.
"Come on Blair Bear, we're going to be late," cried Aaron.
"Don't call me –"
"Whatever, let's go, you don't want to have to face the peacekeepers do you?"
Blair tied her hair up into to a bun and let the front bits hang lose in their natural curls.
The Reaping
Blair walked into the crowd with the other kids from district 8. She was 16 now; half the people around her were older and had their names in the mix much more than her.
"Now, for the tributes: The female tribute of district 8 for the 74th annual Hunger Games is..." The women up the front reached into a glass ball filled with names on paper.
"Blair Waldorf," she boomed.
'What. Is this some kind of joke' Blair thought. Things like this never happened to Blair Waldorf, she walked in the light, most popular girl in school, there is no way she was just picked for the most lethal event in the world.
"Blair Waldorf? Where is she?"
She started walking to the stage, petrified of her certain death approaching. Standing on stage she looked down at her so called friends. If they were really friends they would volunteer.
"And the male tribute is... Aaron Rose-Waldorf" The presenter announced. "Waldorf... wait a minute," she glanced at the boy approaching the stage. "Siblings, wow... never have we had such a twist here in District 8, this year is going to be EXITING."
"Good luck kids, and welcome to the Hunger Games may the odds be ever in your favour."
She walked the siblings into a building and left them in a room together.
"Isn't this exiting Blair-Bear, we're going down in history," Aaron grinned.
"Yer, for dying in a sick game, "Blair snorted.
A/N: Upon discovering there are no Gossip Girl/Hunger Games crossovers yet, I saw it is my duty to start this dynamic duo of entertainment, I hope you enjoy it, suggestions are always welcome I'm going to include most of the gossip girl characters into this story, not the Hunger Games characters though, sorry. Sorry its short, but this is just the introduction I plan on making the chapter much longer. Please review
