Thalia Mivet. D2. 15

I am the victor. The corpses of my enemy tributes lie dead on the ground around me. Next thing I know I'm on stage facing the people of my district, and they are chanting my name. Thalia! Thalia! Thalia!

"Thalia wake up," my mother shrieked, shaking me awake. "Today's the day of the Reaping and I refuse to let you disgrace this family," she continued. Normally, I'd be pissed off by the way she was talking, but my dad was a victor in the Games. He died from a freak accident eleven years ago. I was four. But now's not the time for self-pity. My dad is my motivation for winning this year's Hunger Games. I'm a career, trained with knives. If a non-career is drawn, careers are allowed to volunteer. So hopefully some poor miner's daughter gets drawn so I can volunteer for her position.

After a few minutes I force myself out of bed and get dressed. My mom laid out a pink dress for me to wear. It was ghastly, but I know better than to complain. I put it on and began the journey to the district square. Today would be a reaping to remember.

I arrive at the square late, so by the time I'm checked in and in my spot, our escort Dixie has taken the stage. She's an average sized, lanky woman that always wears outfits of shades of the same color. This year it seems she's decided to deck herself out in pink. It was so gaudy and nauseating it made my dress look normal.

"Hello District Two and welcome to this year's 73rd annual Hunger Games," She announced to the audience. She was met with thunderous applause. District Two loves the Capitol, and the Capitol loves District Two.

"Today I've been granted the prestigious honor of selecting one courageous male and female tribute to represent District Two," she said, obviously scripted. "And this year's female tribute is… Victoria Debrox,"

"I volunteer as tribute," I shout out. Victoria is a thirteen year old who has never touched a weapon in her life. She'd bring shame to District Two. I'm all too happy to take her place. As I arrive on stage I'm asked to introduce myself. After that I wait for Dixie to draw the name of my Partner.

"Atlas Axwen," Dixie announces. Atlas is a gigantic beast of a tribute. He's the perfect person to be my District Partner. The odds are definitely in my favor.

Atlas Axwen. D2. 18

Today is the day of the reaping, the day I will become a champion of District Two. For years I've watched other tributes go to the Arena. All of them died. They bring shame to our amazing district. I will not allow history to repeat itself. I will enter the Hunger Games and remind all of Panem just what tributes from District Two are capable of. I have trained since I was a boy for this year's Games, in fact, I'm training right now.

"You think that some last minute training will help you at all?" I hear some call to me. I throw my spear and turn to see who would dare to distract me. It was my girlfriend, Juniper.

"I don't need the training. I'm here for the fun of it, not because I am weak," I retort. "I will win this year's Games and I will go down in history."

"How are you so sure you'll get drawn?"

"If I don't I'll volunteer."

"What if a career is drawn? Or what if another career volunteers first? What I'm trying to say is that, how are you so sure that it'll be you that goes this year?"

"I'll let you in on a secret. Every year since I was twelve I've signed up for tesserae a bunch of times. My name is in that bowl over one hundred times."

"That's so evil, and yet, brilliant. I can't wait to watch my boyfriend win the Hunger Games!"

We talked for a while longer but I'll spare you the details. After an hour or so I arrived at the District square for the reaping. I got in my section and listened to our escort stumble on stage and ramble for a bit. Things got interesting after a few minutes when the female tribute was selected and immediately a career, Thalia, volunteered. Then came the moment I was waiting for, the selection of the male tribute. I waited in suspense as Dixie's hand went around and around the glass bowl until finally; she selected a slip of paper. She brought it up to the mic and announced, "Atlas Axwen."