A/N: After some complications, I re-posting the story. This time with nothing "interactive" so it isn't against fanfiction rules. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. Plain and simple.

Wyatt Brown POV

My family waits for me at the table for breakfast, like every morning. My mom and dad seated at one end of the table, while Tyler and Bella are sitting on the other side. A seat in between them waits for me. Their faces show concern, and I know why. Today is the day of the reaping once again.

"Stop it guys," I say, "Cheer up for god's sake!"

They look at me like I'm an idiot. I can't really blame them. Anybody who remains optimistic during the reaping looks completely stupid. Well, in my opinion that is. A lot of people here in district 1 think of the reaping as a festive day to see their favourite children go off and fight to the death. At least in my family, we know right from wrong.

"It's not like I'm going to get reaped! There's lots of kids here who could get reaped. And a whole bunch of kids who would volunteer!'

I get a sudden flashback. Her name being called on reaping day. I wanted to go save her, I wanted to volunteer. But I couldn't. The girl I loved was reaped into the hunger games. Her death was viewed by people across Panem. I thus concluded the hunger games would never be a cheerful occasion in my house.

She had said something similar to me the day she got reaped. "Wyatt, don't worry. I'm not going to get reaped! Even if I do, there's still a bunch of girls that want to volunteer. I'm sure it will all be alright."

I realized that my fate could be as bad as hers. Even if the odds are in your favour, it doesn't mean you wont be reaped.

i remain silent for the rest of breakfast. I want to tell myself I'll be okay, but the memories of her make me think otherwise. I want to escape. So once breakfast comes to a close, I go off to find Daniel, Aaron and Lily.

I find them near the square, watching as the stage is decorated, and the reaping balls are put into place. Thousands of tiny slips of paper, each with a name of an innocent child neatly printed on it.

"How many names have you got Dan?"

"About six, you?"

"Nine, what about you Wyatt? How many slips have you got?"

"Five."

"You didn't take ANY tesserae out?"

"Nope."

"Wow, lucky. You certainly got the odds on your side don't you?"

"Odds in his favour you mean."

"Of course."

We watched as the peacekeepers patrolled the square, marking the spots where each age group would stand, just like every year. I looked down at what I was wearing, "I'd better go get dressed. See you guys later!"

I stand amongst all of the other boys in my year. My heart beats faster and faster as the name is drawn from the ball. My heart stops.

"Wyatt Browne!"

I step onto the stage confidently, knowing that there had to be a volunteer. There just HAD to be. But there wasn't. I was going into the games. I tried to remain strong, and not show my fear. Here I go into the hunger games.

Diamond Evans POV

"Guess what day it is Dad?"

"Reaping day?"

"Yep! Not only is it just reaping day though."

"And why is that?"

"It's also the day all of Panem feasts their eyes on their next victor!"

I guess I should have told my brother and sister I was volunteering because they looked quite surprised. I guess that means Daddy has to lay off the alcohol and actually take care of them for a while.

My dad won the hunger games a long time ago, and I think it's about time I follow in his footsteps! Sure, we already have a house in victor's village and all the money we need to survive, but still, think of the glory. And who knows? The hunger games could be fun!

I got my outfit all set up lying on my bed. It took me a while to pick out a dress. I needed to pick a dress that shows I am fun-loving, but not so much a party dress. I have tons of party dresses but I don't think they are exactly appropriate for the reaping. As much as we wish it could be, the reapings are not a party. Well, they can be, but i don't mean a big spectacle with dancing, music and drinks.

I also need to accessorize for the reaping don't I? After all, this is the district of luxury! I pull open a drawer of my best jewelry and try to find the perfect accessories for today. I don't want to go too formal but I also want to look nice for my moment on television!

I have tons of different necklaces, bracelets and earrings. The decision is just so hard! I probably spent about an hour trying on several different combinations of jewelry until i found the perfect set. I laid them down on my bed next to my dress.

I realized how much time had past and began getting dressed. Somehow I had wasted my entire day picking out an outfit. As if this wasn't normal. Daddy always told me I spend more time picking out clothes than I do breathing!

It's about time for me to be heading down to the square. I look at myself in the mirror one last time making sure my appearance is perfection then head out the door followed by my father, brother and sister. Hopefully, I'll make them proud.

I stand next to my friends Jewel and Amethyst as the first name is drawn. It's a boy I recognize. He's in my year at school I think. Nobody volunteers, a little strange. Oh well, guess Wyatt is going to be my district partner.

The name of some girl I never heard of before is called. My hand shoots up in the air and the words come from my mouth with a grin. "I volunteer as tribute!"

I walk happily to the stage and smile at Wyatt. Finally, my time has come!