(In this story, Katniss and Peeta's victory was treated as normal, and no consequences were there, but it is said that if it ever happens again both victors will be executed.)

My eyes fluttered open, and immediately traveled to the dark purple alarm clock of mine. The glowing text read 9:00am. So I still had five more hours until the reaping.

I stepped out of bed, and changed from my violet nightdress into a simple white puff-sleeved blouse and black skirt. I slipped into some black flats and walked into the kitchen quietly, after lightly tying my long brown hair into a bun.

My father was at work already, the blacksmith, of course. He still had to work on the day of the reaping, although he did get let off early, at about twelve o'clock I think, so that he could go and watch District 2's reaping, although I have no idea why he would want to, apart from seeing me off. Oh, yes, he wanted his darling daughter to compete in the bloodthirsty Hunger Games. Well, to be honest, I actually wanted to. My older sister had won the Games a few years back, but she wanted to live in the Victor's Village with her husband and baby son.

My mother was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the daily newspaper. Her mousy hair was tied in a much tighter bun than mine, with not a hair out of place. Her light blue eyes were tired. She must have gotten up early.

'Good morning mother,' I said, walking up to get an orange and glass of water.

'Morning sweetie. How did you sleep?' she asked, without a glance away from her interesting article.

'Good.' I answered. 'When will father be home?'

'Eleven thirty, around about. He wants to see you off for the games.'

My heart lurched.

To tell the truth, my father wasn't the sweetest and kindest man you've ever met. My mother married him because... Well, I don't honestly know why. They don't often show love for each other, if they have it at all. And he's not kind to me either. One daughter was enough for him, but what he truly wanted was a strong, muscular son to bring his name upwards in the Capitol. One daughter winning wasn't enough. Apparently one male victor was equal to two female victors. Apparently male superiority wasn't completely extinguished in Panem.

I was excited about the Games though. I hadn't trained with weapons for eleven years for no reason, like most of my friends. I was lucky to have been born in District 2 and not a poor District like 11 or 12, where you have to kill for food, and most are very poor.

I finished up the orange and placed my glass in the kitchen sink. Before walking outside. Waiting at my doorstep as we had planned was my closest friend, Farabelle. She was dressed in a short pink dress, much to formal for the Reaping, perhaps the interviews would be more fitting. Her gorgeous auburn hair was let out in waves, flowing across her back. If she was reaped, or perhaps volunteered, she would gain many sponsors just from her looks.

'Hey Karly. Shall we go?' she asked politely, in her sweet voice.

I nodded, and we walked to the City square, where we would for several hours until the Reaping began, simply to get a space at the front.

The needle stabbed into my finger, drawing drops of scarlet. I casually walked into the female sixteen year old's area. Farabelle followed me.

The odds were not in my favour to be chosen for the reaping this year, or for any year. I had no tesserae, and only five slips of paper had my name in fancy 's why I had a strategy.

'Attention, please.' I heard the mayor's voice. I turned around, and also saw Rowan and Ginger, two previous victors, seated together. Inna, our district's escort, was standing in front of a microphone.

The mayor began a speech, but all I heard was the end: 'May the odds be ever in your favour.'

Inna stepped forward as the mayor, Mr. Harrowfield, stepped back.

'Ladies first.' Inna opened the glass bauble and pulled out a name. She carefully read it.

'Ivetta Greenfield.'

Without looking for the girl I threw my hand in the air and yelled out. But a blonde girl beside me was first.

'I volun-' she didn't finish before I shoved her to the ground, and I completed her sentence.

'I volunteer!' I cried, before I elegantly walked up the stairs onto the stage.

'And what is your name, dear?' Inna asked.

'Karliya Winters,' I announced clearly, facing the crowd.

'Everyone applaud for the Hunger Games' District two female, Karliya Winters!'

I raised my clenched fists and smirked as the crowd cheered. I saw Rowan smile at me and clap her hands.

I was ready to compete in the One Hundred and Forty-Ninth Hunger Games.