Woot, first reaping chapter up!

This one is a little different, it's only told from one person's PoV. Most of the other reapings will be done between both tributes PoV, but there was something wierd about this one, so just telling you before hand. The male tribute was accepted, but I don't have all the information I need yet to write him well.

Ronit Harrison's PoV

As I rose from my bed I remembered that it was Reaping Day. Unlike some of the idiots in this district, I didn't want to be chosen for the Hunger Games. I'd already lost a brother to them. Sure, I was prepared, but only because I wanted to come home. I didn't want to decrease my chances of making it past 20 years old. I made my way into the kitchen. Geremy raised his toast in salute, his mouth full. Mom was cooking something that smelled delish. We could afford to have a stay at home mom, even with no father. No one had to actually mine the jewels, they had machines for that. I shuddered, thinking of the people in District 12, who actually had to go down into the mines and work.

I ate with Geremy and Ivan, joking around. It was Ivan's last Reaping today, and with any luck he wouldn't be pulled. I finished eating and checked the clock on the wall. I had enough time to get some training in before the Reaping. I walked outside to my selection of knives and targets. I started with the daggers. Swish, whack, swish, whack, swish, whack. Three knives around the bulls eye of the target. Not good enough. I tried again with the carving knives. Better. They went into the head, heart, and lungs of the dummy.

I pulled the knives out of the targets, went back to my room, and pulled out my reaping outfit. It was a ruffled pink halter top with a black skirt. The skirt had this pink lace thing over it. To finish off the look, I wore black high heels. I didn't need to wear them, being almost 6 feet tall, but I liked to. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I was walking out. Same orange hair. Same heart shaped face. But something was different. It was my eyes. They were the same silver they had always been, but they had hardness to them. I blinked, then walked out the door into the streets.

I ran into my friends, Perele and Bebbin, and we did that thing where you linked arms and skipped all the way down the path to the town square, where we met up with my other friend, Ans, in the 14 year olds section. A neon pink woman with hot pink hair skipped up onto the stage and started yelling. Someone handed her a microphone, even though we could hear her just fine without it.

"Hello hello hello District 1! I'm Lumina Mistune! Are you ready to meet your tributes?" Someone had an over-dose of caffeine this morning. She sped right through the stuff about how the Hunger Games began, then bounced up to the girls reaping ball. "Ladies first!" she squealed as she put a clawed hand into the bowl and fished around for a slip of paper. She read the name on it. "Ronit Harrison!" I cringed as she mispronounced my name. Everyone in my section turned to look at me and there were a few snickers. I was passed up to the stage and I towered over Lumina. "How do you do Ronit?" she squeaked. I smirked.

"My name is pronounced 'Ron-wah,'" I said, "Not 'Ron-it'."

"Oh," Lumina said in a small voice as she moved over to the boys ball, wobbling a little on her 6 inch heels. I couldn't tell if she was blushing with her already pink skin, but I imagined she was. "Shine Yearfory, Jr.!" she announced. A tall boy with black hair and bright blue eyes strode up on stage. He looked about 18. We were shown to separate rooms to say goodbye to our families. Mom, Geremy, and Ivan ran in before the Peacekeepers had even closed the door. Ivan was the first to speak.

"It's a good thing you trained, Ronnie," he said, clearing his throat. Mom was holding back tears and Geremy looked a little red in the face. We sat for a while in silence, until the Peacekeepers came in.

"Wait!" Mom called out right before she left. She ran back and reached up to her ear, unfastening her pearl earring. "I want you to wear this in the arena," she said, handing it to me. I nodded, not able to speak. She turned and was led away by Peacekeepers. I unfastened my right earring and put the pearl in its place. The Peacekeepers led me out to the train with my fellow tribute, Shine. He was grinning cockily and waving to the cameras. Idiot. As the doors closed and I was shown to my room, I sank onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. My last conscious thought was, "I'm glad I did train, I will get home."

First reapings are over, and I have the second ones done, so watch for that later today! After D2 though, I don't have a boy for D3, so hurry up and submit! What did you guys think? Did I do okay with the writing? I'm going to try to keep amount of PoV switching to a minimum, two or three per chapter, and I'll try to keep it even.

Other announcements: I have most of the chariot outfits done, they were so much fun to make up! There are still a few minor tweakings to be done, so you can still submit your ideas. I'm also wondering about mentors. Seeing as this is only the 8th Hunger Games, not every district would have a victor yet, so would they send someone in from the Capitol? I've decided that you are going to be the sponsors, so here are the rules:

1. There will be a point system that I will set up sometime soon, so keep an eye on that first chapter! I will also tell you how to earn points there.

2. You may sponsor your own tribute, but only twice. You are allowed to sponsor other tributes as much as you like (if you have the points), so you can sponsor allies, etc.

Isn't Lumina a hoot? These escorts are just so much darn fun to write! I picture her as 5 ft. tall, so when I think of Ronnie towering over her, XD