Chapter one:

I wake up to my father slapping my face. talk about a wake up call.

"Get your butt up,Aaron!" he roars. "You better not be late to reaping, or you'll look like that kid from six." I shove my covers into the air, and get out of bed, allowing the sheets and comforters to land perfectly on the bed frame.

"Thank you, District Three," I say thankfully for this wonderful technology that they have supplied me. I brush my teeth quickly, and wash my mouth out with the disgusting mash-meal that my mother made for reaping day. It tastes like caster oil, but it keeps the breath fresh all day.

This is supposed to be the final hunger games, and they said that the capital kids can get reaped this year. I'm sort of excited, but scared. I wonder how long it's going to take to get home after you lose. But if I win, I'll make sure that I get an autograph from Katniss. Peeta's cool, but he seems a little off since the quarter quell when Katniss blew up the arena.

A smack to the head brings me back to reality. I eat the last bit of my mash-meal, and get up from the table.

"If you want to get chosen, then you'll have to hurry!" my mother calls out from the kitchen. She never gets mad when I don't eat all of the mash-meal in my bowl. I race out the door, and make my way to the newly refurbished town square. Rows and rows of colored glass line the streets, which makes me feel like I'm in that candy world game.

I notice that no one else is here, and I think that I'm late. I race up to the steps, where a couple of rebel peacekeepers stand guard. I look at them, and te stand guard.

"Am I late for the reaping?" I ask desperately. they look at each other, and grab my arms. I try and fight, but it's no use, another rebel comes, and shocks me with his gun ray, and I'm frozen solid. they carry me to an small empty area, which I recognize as the reaping area that they have set up for the other districts.

"You're just in time kid. Most other kids thought that they were too late, and turned around and went home, but you, kid, are the only guy to ask.

"So you kidnap me and drag me here?"
"We needed a male tribute from the capital, and you came along. we wanted to make sure that you didn't escape."

"Why would I want to escape, I came to volunteer!"

"What's your name, kid?"

"Aaron. Aaron Licker."

"I'm Chace, Chace Hitlings. I'll be in the games as well, but I'll be in as a rebel. I too, volunteered."

"What would a rebel want to get into the hunger games for? You're a grown man!"

"Yes, but I want to get even with Snow."

"He's dead, moron!"

"Yes, but his grand daughter is in this hunger games. I'm going to kill her."

"Not if I kill you, then her."

"I like your spunk, kid. Let's team."

"No, I'll be fine," I say, knowing that who ever is on my team will have to die. No liabilities. Just death.

"You know that there are over eighty entries, right?"

"Right."

"Well, good luck, Aaron."

"thanks."

A booming voice overhead comes to our attention. A curtain drops, and I notice that there are eight girls on the other side, all volunteers.

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