Disclaimer: I Do Not Own The Hunger Games

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Hazel's POV

"HAZEL! WAKE UP, IT'S REAPING DAY!"

I felt Adrian throw a pillow at me. I heard Pallas still snoring.

"Shut the hell up Adrian, I'll be ready." I muttered.

Yeah, I'm an orphan. I live at the Career Academy, rooming with Adrian and Pallas. You see, our mayor decided to make this place when he decided that the Capitol was winning the war. We three have been trained – along with some other kids – for all this time, ready to renew the Career Pack in the Games. So when President Scorch announced the return of the Games yesterday, we knew we were ready.

I threw on a red t-shirt, black pants, and a matching jacket. I'm not going to volunteer; I'll wait a few more years, thank you very much.

I brushed my dark hair while looking in the mirror. I hoped that I'd get taller in the next few years. Hardly anyone my size wins the Games.

"Hurry up Hazel, Pallas and I are leaving!" What a lying bitch, Pallas woke up after me.

I walk out, "Shut up Adrian, I'm ready."

We walk down to the square. I join the area for fourteen year-olds.

Our escort appears. "Hello, hello! I'm Perlina! Your escort! Shall we start with the girls, hmm?"

She reaches forward and picks out a name. I see all of the older girls looking excited.

"Hazel Cassida! Any Volunteers?"

Nobody volunteers for me. Of course. Nobody volunteers for the poor orphaned outcast.

I walk up on stage, and stand next to Perlina. I fold my arms and scowl at the parents, all of them look at me sadly like I'm a defenseless little girl. Stupid happy parents with their perfect families.

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Nial's POV

I wake up before my parents, it's Reaping Day after all. I slap on some khakis and a plain shirt.

Everyone is so stupid! Why would you want to volunteer for this? I mean, I'm twelve, so duh, I'm not going to. And I won't when I'm eighteen either! Idiots.

And yet that's what everyone calls me!

I leave the house without waiting for my parents. I just want to get this over with.

I'm one of the first few here. I get my blood drawn and stand with my age group.

I watch as the escort, Perlina, draws the girl. Hazel Cassida, and no one volunteers for her. I see why, she's rather mean to some people, not to mention she's an orphan. She lives at the Career Academy and everything. She's ready for the boy.

"Nial Falls!"

Wait. What? WHAT?

I let out a strangled cry, burying my face in my hands.

No one's volunteering! No one! I'm going to the Games!

I continue to cry, unashamed, for these Games are CERTAIN DEATH for an untrained twelve year-old!

I feel a bunch of people shoving me up.

I just stand there, on stage, still crying, not willing to look at the people who wouldn't vouch for me.

I hear Hazel whisper "You're going to die, kid."

Perlina sounds a bit nervous when she says "And there you have it! Hazel Cassida and Nial Falls, the District One tributes!"

It's time to start the nightmare.

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AN: And so it begins! I will try to go in order with the Reapings and, well, everything else. I hope to get this updated soon! And sorry if the chapters are too short for your likings!