UPDATE: This fic was taken down since I had the whole non-story thing going on in the first chapter, but this story is legal now :) I think I PMed all of you that I reposted it, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and repost the reapings, and district four's reaping is postponed until after feb. 9 due to my busy life ;) Also, all author notes up until district four will be from when I first posted this, so that's why they probably don't make sense.

Hello, guys! Ready for the reaping finally?

Now, I can only write well in first-person, so if a reaping chapter is written in your character's PoV it does not necessarily mean that your character is a main one.

Also, you may notice I haven't gone into very much detail in their home lives or even the characters themselves. This is because, believe it or not, most information on their personalities and history will be shown in the games themselves. Just trust me. This is basically an intro to the characters.

IMPORTANT: Characters will only be split up into main, background, sub-main, etc. AFTER the reaping

District One

It was the day of the games.

For the outer districts, it was the most feared day of the year. For us, it was the most anticipated.

Everyone in this district spent their whole lives training for this day, and those who didn't were shunned for their weakness and cowardliness.

Kind of like her.

Calantha was possibly the weakest girl in the whole district. No one had ever seen her train, nor did she look at all like she trained.

And for that reason, she was shunned.

Stepping out of the house, I spotted her doing the same across the road. I made sure to send a glare her way, letting her know that her position hadn't changed. Quickly, she hurried along, her sparkly purple dress fluttering along after her. As I looked closer I noticed a scrawny cat following her. Just another show of weakness and compassion by our very own Calantha Relish. She was such a disgrace...

She looked pretty odd in that dress too. No other girls wore anything like that- they wore dresses for the reaping, but with added leggings so that they may still train beforehand. She was an attractive woman, with her slim figure, purple eyes, black hair, and pale skin, I'd give her that, but that was about all she had going for her.

But I didn't have time to worry about that coward- I had to get ready for the reaping.

The way the reaping worked in districts 1 and 2 had changed over the last 10 years. There was no volunteering now simply based on the amount of careers in this district. Now the careers would each have their name entered into the bowl once, each with an equal chance of being picked.

I'd entered my name last year, when I was 15. Needless to say, it wasn't my name that was picked, but if I was ready then, which I was, I was certainly ready now.

Just in case, though, I'd planned to spend the last few hours before reaping training, but someone always had to get in my way.

This time it was Kavion Danes, some 12-year-old that was always trying to train for the games. Now, he should've known by now that practically every career had their own spots on the training ground- that was just how it worked. And yet here he was, trying to train swords where I train swords. It was a foolish mistake to train in the best career's spot.

It would've only taken a simple shove to get him out of my way, but then Calantha showed up, acting like she was the best fighter in the whole district. I wasn't sure why exactly she was here, considering she never trained, but she was.

She glared at me, standing infront of the younger boy. Kavion, being much smarter than her, ran off immediately. But Calantha, the fool, still stood there silently, as if daring me to fight her.

I wasn't going to fight her though- she was too much of a waste of time for someone like me. So instead I planned to shove her out of the way, like I had planned with Kavion.

But, of course, nothing was ever that simple and her friend- Peach or Pearl or something like that- decided to show up.

Hands on her hips like some scolding mother, she glared at me as well. "What are you doing? This isn't your spot- you don't own it!"

Eyebrows raised, I regarded her in the same way I would a beetle. "I'm the best fighter in the district. Any spot I want is mine."

Before she could respond, I'd noticed most of the people leaving the training grounds.

It was time for the reapings- I was done messing around with those two.

Ignoring the two girls, I walked away.

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At the reapings, I simply could not contain my smirk.

Even when I saw Calantha I still smirked. She wouldn't ruin my excitement now.

She was still wearing her formal dress, but her hair was up now as well, save for a few strands framing her face.

I hadn't bothered to dress up. I didn't really care what people thought of my clothes- it was my power that defined me.

"Well then, it looks like we're about ready to start!" the capitol woman declared excitedly, her cube shaped blue hair wobbling haphazardly. I didn't remember her from last year- she might have been new.

"Ladies first!" she called out, as was customary.

Her hand rustled the papers, tossing them and turning them as she waited, trying to create suspense.

Finally, she pulled a slip of paper out.

Unfolding it she began to say, "And the District One female tribute of the 99th Hunger Games is..."

"Calantha Relish!"

I froze, the smirk wiped off my face. Why was she going to the Hunger Games? She was going to disgrace the district. How could she be so uncaring about our reputation.

I watched as she walked up, her petite, slim figure standing out against the burly members of the district.

"How old are you, dear?" the capitol woman asked, still smiling serenely.

The smile flickered for a moment when she got no response, but it was back again in a moment. "Well, you look about 14, so let's move on."

Walking over to the other bowl, she reached her hand inside and repeated the same procedure, this time saying, "Now it's time for the gentlemen!"

This was what I was waiting for- I didn't care about Calantha being there since she was no competition. Nor was anyone else, of course, but she was especially weak.

"And the District One male tribute of the 99th Hunger Games is..."

"Jasper Feldspar!"

That was me. I grinned a malevolent grin and started towards the platform.

"And how old are you?" she asked, smiling still.

"16." I responded easily.

"Well, it appears we have two young tributes this year," she notified everyone.

When we shook hands, Calantha looked like she'd rather be anywhere else than here. A grinned at her and she squirmed a bit more.

I couldn't wait to kill her.

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Okay guys, that's it for the first chapter. Hopefully you're not too disappointed with my writing skills.

Sorry I didn't go into very much detail with Calantha- I'll go into a lot more detail in later chapters. Plus this was a bit difficult for me to write just because of the PoV.

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