Chapter 2

After dinner we sat down to watch the recap of the other reaping's. We pause at each one and assess their ability and whether they could be a career. A small girl from District 11 has been put on the immediate kill list. She could never win.

We watched as the little girl from District 12, Primrose was her name I think, began to walk to the podium.

"Look at her; she's dainty, she'll be the easiest to kill." Brutus told us.

But then a girl began yelling her name. This girl was quite pretty. She had her long brown hair in a fancy braid and was wearing, in my opinion, a very ugly sky blue dress. She volunteered.

"Now she's defiantly a hunter, the scratches and other things on her arms? She's going to be hard to kill." Brutus explained.

A blond boy went up next and he looked as if he was conflicted, like he was happy and upset about being reaped.

"Keep those two in mind; you never know they could be good Careers." Brutus told us.

The lights suddenly dimed and we were shot into a tunnel. When we came out all I could see were men ad woman everywhere. A women in a lime green ballerina outfit, with blue hair and yellow skin waved cheerily ad so did the other whose skin tones ranged from red to black. Clove waved and gave them a simpering smile and they cheered and the excited screams of District 2, District 2 met our ears. The train slowed to a stop ad we stepped out, we're met with more yells. We were immediately taken to the makeover room. Fluvial and Mundus gossiped constantly as my perfect body became even more… Perfect –If that was possible-. I was put into a gold suit of armour from the Raman, no Roman, days. We were put into our gold chariot and we set off.

AN: I cocked up on the last chappie it says Luxury not Masonry. This is now gonna be an AU fic so Cato may not die but we'll see.

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