Hiro's POV
God how I hated these stupid reapings. They should just pick someone, and keep it that way.
And why do you have to look nice?
It's not like it's important.
I pull a ruby red dress from a hanger in my walk in closet and pull it on.
When I hear something I peek out my closet door but quickly go back in and close it.
My mom. "Hiro!" she screeches.
"Yes?" I call nervously from the closet.
"Hurry or you'll be late. And I'm curling your hair."
I sighed in relief, "Okay. Is Kevan ready?"
No answer, my mom left.
I pulled on some matching red flats and turned to the closet door.
There in the full length mirror was a menacing, pretty girl.
Luckily my parents only bruise my arms rarely.
I look at the three bruises on my left arm and walk out.
When I got downstairs Kevan was there, wearing a tucked in collar shirt and caches.
Gross.
My dad was fixing his collar and my mom turned to me, holding a burning hot curling iron.
Oh god. I walked up to her.
After a while of pain and pulling my mom finally got my already wavy hair in tight curly cues.
I looked at Kevan in disgust.
He was always their favorite, the one they loved.
I was another story, I tried to kill them once, so they started beating me to a pulp when I got out of line.
Whatever. He stuck his tongue out back.
After a tiny meal, my parents told me not to eat or I would get fatter, we were on our way to the reaping.
Kevan and I had to act as if we actually loved each other.
Yeah, that's going to happen.
The second they couldn't see us we separated and walked in silence with the crowd to the reaping.
The Peacekeeper pricked my finger and I went with my age group, 14.
No one talked to me, since I scared them all.
I stood there looking gorgeous and waited for the stupid escort to say my name already.
The escort, Haven, had hair that was too long to be real and her face was covered in bright pink makeup.
God, I despised her.
"Jamie Wilson." she called out in her squeaky mouse voice.
Ugh, Jamie. She's the weakest in all of District 2 and seriously, I want to be up there.
When Haven asked for volunteers I didn't hesitate.
I knew someone else might get there before me so I sprinted to the front.
"I volunteer!" I shout out and Jamie looks relieved.
"My name is Hiro Wilson and I volunteer as tribute." No one dares to go against me.
Haven moved to the boy's bowl and I watched.
Kevan's POV
I woke up early to get ready for the reaping.
I didn't want to go to the Hunger Games but whatever, sure.
Hell, I hate everyone but I'll volunteer.
I got dressed in a collared shirt and caches then went downstairs.
I grabbed a bottle of liquor and opened it.
I'm 16 and yeah, you could say I do underage drinking.
I also do drugs.
I heard my idiot mom's screechy voice call for my sister.
I would've helped her kill out parents years ago but I didn't.
It's fun watching her get beat to a pulp.
I hated her but I sort of loved her.
Sort of.
When mom came back down she pulled out a hair curler and plugged it in to let it heat up.
My dad came down too and started adjusting my outfit.
Asshole.
I watched as Hiro got her hair pulled and curled.
Gross, who want's that thing touching their head?
She gave me a nasty look and I stuck my tongue out in response.
We started heading out after my mom called Hiro fat a bunch of times.
We he'd hands and smiled until they couldn't see us.
We separated but still joked around and mocked them.
The ugly peacekeeper pricked my finger and I went with the 16 group.
I watched as Hiro volunteered for the weakling girl.
We all would love to se Jamie die but hey.
Haven walked over to the boys bowl.
"Kevan Wilson." God she sounded horrible.
I walked to the stage, smiling.
No one dared volunteer for me.
They would love to see me kill my sister.
Me and Hiro shook hands then were dragged to the Justice Building.
Once I get entries for two district ones I'll add that in before this, but I wanted to get started already.