Well, I'm going to hope that I will get more reviews since not that many people reviewed... Anyway this chapter is about Arma Treno, a sixteen year old boy from District 2. The order of POV will go from oldest to youngest in a cycle. Not sure if I already said that but I'm saying it now so... enjoy and review!

Chapter 2: Arma
District 2

As I punch the punching bag for the last time, I feel myself about to collapse from being so exhausted. I sit onto the chair against the white wall of the training room. Today is the day. The day the district decides who will be the volunteer to be tribute. There are so many of us willing to that they have a separate reaping to decide who will volunteer.

My eyes begin to droop and I make my way to the showers. I strip myself of my clothing and bask in the water that falls like hot rain. As I exit the showers and head to the locker room, I dry myself with a towel. There are several other guys here who are also doing some last minute training. I put on some clean cloths and make my way to the Justice Hall to sign my name in. You don't get tesserae for signing up to volunteer. Not that anyone needs it anyway.

I head into the Justice Hall and take a seat to rest for a while. The reaping of volunteers isn't televised as that would be poor entertainment for the Capitol. There are dozens of other volunteers here and it doesn't take me long to figure out why they need to do this. For four unlucky years, I've had to stay home and train. I'm sixteen and I can't wait to get into the games. The worst is when a volunteer is picked but then they don't volunteer at the reaping. This only happens a couple times but it's still frustrating.

I close my eyes and begin to wonder what the arena will be like this year. Will it be a snowy mountain? Will it be a barren dessert? Doubt it though. They did a frozen wasteland last year and all of the tributes froze to death; it was the most boring year yet.

"Arma!" someone calls and I snap back into reality at the sound of my name. I look around myself and see a friend who I never talk to. He waves me over to a group of people and I go to him.

"Hey," I say being careful not to use the boy's name since I don't remember it.

"Hi," he says, "Are you excited?"

"Please," I sigh, "I never get picked; I don't even know why I bother anymore."

"Come one," he says, "It may be your lucky day or something. I mean, lucky for you cause if you got picked instead of me…"

I find myself laughing for some unknown reason. The boy thinks I'm laughing with him so he continues to ramble on thinking he's funny. He stops and then gives me a weird look.

"Come on it wasn't that funny," he says but I keep laughing.

I wasn't laughing at anything he said, I was just so tired that the mere idea that I'd actually be lucky enough to volunteer is ridiculous. Most people aren't that lucky until they're eighteen and if it's true that I need to be lucky, then I'll have to wait two more years.

"I'm sorry," I say, "I'm just tired that's all."

I leave the boy behind and stumble my way to the bathroom. I turn on the sink and splash my face with water in attempt to wake myself up. I look up from the sink and into the mirror. I don't realize who I'm looking at until I realize that it's me. My black hair is overly curly to the point where I don't even bother trying to control it. My brown eyes have purple circles around them showing my restlessness. That with my bulky build makes me look like a strong mad man.

I return to the volunteer room and double the amount of people have arrived. I quickly grab a seat and wait for the 'reaping' to begin. As I wait, more and more people flood the room. Eventually, the mayor goes up to a stage at the front of the room and begins to do his practice speech for tomorrow. This could also be considered a rehearsal reaping. He begins to speak about the history of Panem but I don't pay attention.

I think about how I've been training my whole life for something I may not even be a part of. The mayor continues to ramble on and on and I find myself falling asleep.

I dream about being raised into an arena and seeing a golden cornucopia filled with goodies like swords and maces. The time reaches sixty seconds and I sprint there faster than anyone else. Grabbing a random weapon and begin killing everyone in sight. Suddenly, the earth begins to shake beneath me and I fall into nothingness.

I soon realize that I'm being shook awake.

"Hey," a voice echoes into my ears, "Hey!"

I blink myself awake and everything seems fuzzy. I can barely see my hand in front of my face and everything becomes one big blur. The colors collide into one, blood red. There is sudden gold in the middle and the blur fades away. I can barely materialize the girl next to me shaking me awake.

"Come on wake up." She tells me.

"What?" I mumble, "What is it?"

"Are you awake?" she asks me.

"Yea…" I say and I suddenly realize that the volunteers had been chosen.

"Who… Who was chosen?"

"I don't know," says the girl, "They are about to choose the boy…"

I snap up and look at the plump man wiggle his fingers in the reaping ball. His suite was pale white and his skin was dark brown, his hair dark red, making it look like the top of his head was gushing out with blood. Along his eyes were red tattoos that looked like red vines creeping up his neck to the tips of his eyes. My eyes then focus to the large ball of names. Only one of those tags has my name as each volunteer can only register once. The man picks one and lifts it to read it.

"And the male volunteer will be…"

Cliff Hanger! sorry but you won't find out if he was chosen or not until Chapter 6: Capitol Broadcast of the Reaping. Yay! Review!