District one reapings-

Archer Sanford, always knew he was hot. He got all the girls he wanted, they couldn't turn an athletic, funny though slightly cocky guy like him down. He was gods gift to district one; blonde hair, tall And thin, but now he had grown bored of the numerous amounts of girls he had dated, he wanted to go somewhere new, exciting. He was 16, and today was conveniently reaping day. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

Blythe Saure however, was perfectly happy with her perfect life as it was, being blonde and pretty, meant it was her priority to be sassy, bitchy and damn sexy in her head, she had no time to get her nails dirty. She wanted the reaping over with. But all the same she still got dressed up. Pink sparkly and Barbie-like was the way she loved it.

Once everyone was in the square, Archer made a meal of looking sexy, he poofed up his chest, knowing that one he did it the cameras would be all over him. Blythe Was scanning the 17 boys section and checking out the boys, growing bored.

"Welcome welcome, boys and girls! Isn't this exciting! Ladies first I think"said the escort, looking as if she might explode at any time with glee. Her blue curls bounced round her shoulders, giving her a plastic appearance. She walked over to the large glass bowl and picked up the name. The name that came out of her mouth was rather unexpected to that of whom it belonged.

"Blythe Saure."

She almost fell over with the shock. Everybody was staring at her now. She started to slowly walk towards the stage with her heels echoing through the square. She didn't need this, she had a pedicure in 2 hours. Once on the stage the escort, was demanding her to come to the Mic and say hello.

"don't touch me you witch." She told the woman.

"Ah," nodded the escort "feisty one. You'll go far my dear" she said in her capitol accent. Then moved over to the boys bowl. She picked the slip to the far right,

"Kevin Macey" she chirped

One 14 year old boy had gone very white but hardly anyone noticed, instead their heads snapped to the right.

"I volunteer!" Archer shouted.

"Oooh fabulous! Come here my dear"

Archer was already there. Blythe eyeballing him, silent thoughts of he wasn't interested in the plastic Barbie he saw.

Ten minutes later they were both in their rooms, in the justice building waiting for visitors.