I'm back with District 2's reapings! Shout out to TheHungerGamesbeast and HungerGamesAddict for submitting Blade and Nitron. I hope I get them correctly! Anyway, here you go. Oh, and thank you all for the reviews! I lurv you!

NITRON JAROVENES'S POV

I was up at the crack of dawn today.

Reaping day. Can never sleep. And even if I do, it's not for long. Either because of the anticipation or the fact that I'm going to be forced to volunteer today. Sigh, better get up now. I can practically feel myself being soothed out of bed by the thick, sleepy air in my bedroom.

Yawning, I stretched and slipped out of my bed before thumping down the hallway. Unlike the more richer folks in District 1 with their two floored houses, only the northern District 2 gets them, we have a bunch of wimpy one-floors. It gives my mother migraines for some wacked out reason.

"Good morning Nitryyyyyy!" I hear my mother call out and ambush me with a hug. I groan loudly as she plants a wet kiss on my forehead. "What would you like for breakfast? I made your favorite! Hotcakes with butter! Yum!"

"Mom, please stop," I said and took the plate from her. "You're embarrassing me!"

"Go sit with your sister I'll bring your milk out in a little," She said and continued to usher me around. When can she accept the fact that I'm fifteen now? She just keeps living in the past.

"Good morning Ava," I said and sat across from my four-year-old sister. She just sloshed her butter pat around on her pancake. "Did you remember to clean up your room?"

"No," She said and started to play with her empty cup. "I want you to do it."

I rolled my sky blue eyes and took a large bite of pancake. "You need to learn to do stuff yourself."

Ava shook her head. "No. Can you get me more orange jwooce big brother?"

"Why don't you ask mommy?" I said and turned to face the kitchen. But Ava just puffed out her cheeks.

"I don't wanna! She always gives me the pulp one! Pulp is icky!" She exclaimed and stabbed her pancake with her plastic fork.

"That's because the pulp is good for you," I scowled and put my empty plate in the kitchen. Ava crossed her arms as I gave her cup to mother. "She wants no pulp," I whispered to her. Mother nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't forget to drink your milk!" She called out as I sat down in the kitchen. "It'll make you big and strong when you're all grown up!"

I am already grown up woman! I though and clenched my fists together.

"Morning Jarovenes!" My father called out as he emerged into the living space. As soon as I saw him in my peripheral vision I stood up and walked away.

"Son!" He called out after me. "Have you remembered to practice your spear throwing skills?" I slammed the door to my room in half a second and face planted into my bed.

I have an arena obsessed father, a mother that treats me like I'm five, and an over demanding sister. Isn't my family just the best?

I let out a sigh and walked over to my closet to get dressed. I quickly put on fresh underclothes, a simple white dress shirt, black dress pants, and red leather shoes. I don't need to impress The Capitol now, I will in the arena a week from now. I managed to slip out of my house without being noticed and get as far away from it as possible. I want to spend the last hour I might ever have alive at home around things I like. Which is defiantly not anywhere near my family.

"Hey Nitron!" I hear someone call out behind me. I turn around to see the familiar face of Bren Trenton running towards me. "Bro!"

"Hi Bren–" He cut me off by tackling me to the ground. "The fu–"

"It's good to see you!" He said and helped me up. "So, are you gonna volunteer this year?" That broke my spirits. Having one of my best friends ask me about the one thing in my life I know I'm gonna regret – besides being born into this horrible family.

"Yeah, dad's forcing me too," I answered, feelings crushed under the cold boot of depression. "I don't wanna talk about it."

Bren held up his hands in defense. "Whoa, I didn't know you were that sensitive about it." He then let a goofy grin work it's way back onto his face as we walked. "But I'm proud of ya!" He slapped me on the back. "That's something very brave you're doing. The girls 'ill admire that about ya." Bren smirked as he said that last sentence, since a couple girls were sitting on the steps of the Justice Building.

Unlike Bren, I've never had my eyes on any girls. There was one though, Anemone Trillium. She was named after the flower (not the sea animal, flower.) because of her dashing red hair. I notice her everywhere I go, even though we're not friends. I doubt she even knows my name. Sometimes, I wish she and I were reaped, so that I could finally meet her.

"Dude! Snap out of it! Anemone's coming over here!" Bren nudged me out of my memory-induced trance. I shook myself awake, sloshing bits of shaggy blonde hair in my face, and made out the beautiful image of Anemone walking by us.

"Hi Bren," She said, waving. "Hi Nitron."

I almost melted. Anemone knew my name. I could die a happy man now.

BLADE GRETA'S POV

"Blade! The reapings start in five minutes! You don't want to be late AGAIN!"

"I'm coming!" I called back down to my older brother Rod. God, sometimes he can be so annoying. Once more, I turned back to look in the full-body length mirror. I looked absolutely stunning.

The dress I was wearing was made out of a soft, satiny material in chiffon purple. It was a beautiful empire-pleated bust, bow-bedecked dress that reached my mid-thigh. It was completely perfect and proudly showed off my long legs. I braided my long brunette hair down my back with silver ribbon and strode down into the living room.

Sitting in the small den were my two siblings: Rod and Shard. This year was Shard's first reaping, so I'm crossing my fingers that she doesn't get picked. It would break my heart even more inside than it already is.

Twice in my life I've had my heart shattered. When I was younger, no older than six, my mother was murdered. Both of the men who did this to her are dead, but I will never get over losing my mother. Rod and me had to raise Shard on our own, since she was only a baby just learning to walk at the time. Years after her murder, when I was fourteen, I was raped on my way home from arena training. Now, I kill people that hurt me, since I don't want to go through all that again.

"Blade?" I heard Shard call out. I opened my eyes to find her looking up at me. She had my eyes. My lovely, big, sterling grey eyes. Oh, how I love her.

"I'm okay Shard," I answered, taking her hand. "Let's go."

When we got to the Square, people were already starting to file in. My first instinct was to find my best friend Clove. Many people think she was named after a previous victor, but some, including me, just think her mother had the same taste in names as other Clove's mom. It didn't take long before I spotted her little blonde head bobbing around in the sixteen-year-old square. I directed Shard to the twelve-year-old square before bolting over to Clove.

"Clove!" I yelled and tackled her into a bear hug. Clove giggled and faced me with her sea blue eyes.

"Hi Blade," She said and waved to Shard through the crowd. "Why are you so excited?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Why was I so hyper all of a sudden? "I really don't know." Maybe it's because of Sharp. Sharp Durian has been my best friend since preschool. We spend all the extra time we have with each other; laughing, goofing off, and other stuff teens in District 2 do. I can't help it, but I feel this strange affection for Sharp – different than the friendly affection I have for Clove. I guess seeing him win his way to victory if he's reaped makes me happy.

"You know, you really look like you're from 12," Clove said and looked me over. I slapped her arm.

"Hey shut up!" That earned some laughs out of us.

Right then, a tall; thin man with poofy powder blue hair, chocolate eyes, and porcelain white skin came up onto the stage.

"Welcome to the 101st Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" He loudly cheered. The crowd clapped loudly in response. "My name is Trivial, and I'll be this year's District 2 escort! Let's start with the boys this time." He pursed his lips and swam around for a slip. When he found one, Trivial read it loud and clear.

"Dunn Trillium."

"I VOLUNTEER!" I heard someone call out. I know who it is when I see the familiar face of Nitron Jarovenes rush up to the stage. When he gets there, he's panting, but can still speak his name. "Nitron Jarovenes."

"Oh! Looks like someone's a little excited!" Trivial spoke into the microphone as Nitron was ushered out. I don't really know Nitron, I see him at school though, and he's pretty excelled in his knowledge of weapon making.

"Now for the girls…" Trivial dug around in the girls' glass ball until his pearly hand closed around a tiny strip. "Anemone Trillium."

Was this rigged? Almost no one's names got picked from the same family. I was about to let her go walk towards her death when I realized something. If I really wanted to put on a good show for these people, I would go myself.

"I volunteer," I swiftly said and stepped out from the velvet rope, pushing Anemone behind me. When I got up on stage, Trivial asked me what my name was, and I quickly responded, "Blade Greta."

He gives me the slip with my name on it and nudges me towards the door to the Justice Buildings for goodbyes. I took one last look at my home before closing the thick gilded doors to the building.

NITRON JEROVENES'S POV

The hour of farewells went by so fast. Normally, time goes by so slowly in my home, so it was a little strange.

Only four people came to see me. The first was my father. I just put up with his rants for this one last time, because after this, I'll either be dead or a victor. But then he'd rant on about my amazing new life to his buddies. It sends shivers down my spine. After my father came my mother and Ava. My mother said she was so proud of me, and wished me good luck. Whilst Ava gave me a big hug and asked him, "Who will give me no pulp orange jwooce?" I actually smiled and told my mother not to give her pulp until I get back. The last person to come was Bren.

"Dude, when I said that you totally should have volunteered, I was joking," He said. My eyes widened to the size of cantaloupes.

"WHAT?" I shouted and stood up. "Now you tell me, when I'm already on the walkway to death? I trusted you!"

Bren's face lost its normal happy sheen. "Well, I'm sorry. I thought you knew. But since your going in anyway, I want to give you my goodbye." He held out his hand.

"Goodbye mate," I said, giving his hand a firm shake. "Take care of Anemone and Ava while I'm gone."

"Will do," He said and left. I tugged on the gold thread bracelet my mother gave me when she came in as I waited for my last visitor. I'm making it my District token. Suddenly I heard the door open and I saw Anemone's big green eyes peer over the edge.

"Uhm, hi Anemone," I said as she made her way over. "Why are you here? You don't know me." As sad as I was making my voice sound, I was glad she came to wish me goodbye. It made me feel like I was made out of gold.

Anemone did not speak though. Instead, she rushed over to me, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and stood back. "Uhm…" She stuttered. "Thank you for saving my little brother."

"Your welcome…" I trailed off as she started to back away. When she reached the door, she turned back to me, smiled, and said,

"Goodbye Nitron. See you when you come back." I waved a small wave before melting back onto the couch.

"See you too Anemone…"

BLADE GRETA'S POV

Goodbyes, goodbyes, go away. Come again another day. Let the 'hellos' bloom again, and lead me from this bloody end.

I suck at poetry.

Like most folks, I hate goodbyes. I said goodbye to my mother, when she died, my father when he joined the military, my childhood when I was 14… I sighed and rapped my fingers on my thigh. If I was going to go see the wonderful Capitol, let's get rolling and not waste anymore time here. My parents had already come by, proud, but also teary since they're letting their child leave. Any parents act that way, at least inside. After them Rod and Shard came in. Rod was silent and gave me a hug, while Shard was tearing up and crying. I had to comfort her with all the strength and love I could muster. Last, Clove came in with a couple of my other friends. Clove was bawling the whole time, but then I promised her I would come back, and the tears dried immediately.

"One last visitor…" I mumbled to myself as the doors opened. I didn't even bother to look at who it was until they sat down next to me.

"Hey Blade," Sharp said.

"Sharp!" I yelled and threw my arms around his neck. A couple tears slid from my ducts and stained his blazer. It took him a long time to pry my off. I guess I never really though about the bad side of this until now.

"Shhh…Blade," He soothed and brushed down my hair with the inside of his hands. His warm, warm hands. "Its okay."

When I finally pulled apart, we stared at each other intensely. I didn't even know what was happening until after our lips touched.

I never though I was ever going to kiss Sharp. But now I'm realizing that strange feeling I had was love. Strong, sexy, vicious Blade Greta has fallen in love with her best friend. How cliché.

"I love you Blade Greta," Sharp said as we took an air break.

"I love you too Sharp Durian," I replied and kissed him again. We locked lips for another five minutes before he had to go.

"Goodbye Blade," He said, the sorrow in his voice as noticeable as a light bulb in pitch-black nothingness. "I love you."

"Love you too," I said and waved to him. I kept the smile on my face until after the door closed, and then I burst into tears.

Why? I asked myself and buried my face in my hands. Why did he have to go and do this? When I'll never see him again? I sniffled and lifted my head from my grasp.

NO. I thought and clenched my fists. NO! I have to stop loving Sharp right now! I stared into empty space and let my tears fall freely onto my dress. I cannot let Sharp win my heart right now.

I'm not going to let them break my heart again.

KA-BOOSH! There it is! Cliffhanger DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN! Hahaha yeah. I'm sooooooooo sorry this chappie wasn't as long and detailed as the previous one. I had been thinking about that chappie for a very long time. But I still hope it's of great quality to y'all. If I didn't catch your characters quite right, PM me the corrections for next time.

If any of you are wondering, yes. I was in the range of that earthquake today. In fact I was within, like, 100 miles of it, so it was extremely freaky to me. At first the windows were just rattling a little bit, so I was just like, "Oh, it's just the wind." But no. When I walked out to get a drink the whole house sounded like it was going to collapse on me. I looked out the window to see if it was wind, but everything was still. My sister came out screaming EARTHQUAKE! And we just stood there, not knowing what to do. Then when it stopped she screamed aftershock and threw herself on the floor. It scared the living crap out of me, since I've only been through one other 'quake, and it was a wimpy little baby one. When I found out the magnitude was a 5.9 I was like HOLY SHITAKE MUSHROOMS! But we cool. They're predicting some aftershocks between now and tomorrow morning, so I've got some rumblies in the forecast. ;)

Enough of my personal life, remember to R&R&R! AND send in tributes!

Until then, keep on roasting.

~EnnixiaMaeLin