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Day 1

District 1 Reaping

Male:

Female: Dahlia Decathlon

"How wonderful Dahlia you look so beautiful as always." My mother harped pinching the sides of the posh purple dress on my hips. What my mother says is true mind you. I don't have any trouble admitting that I am quite pretty even compared to a Capitol model.

Placing my long dark brown hair to the side how I wanted it I turned from the mirror and faced my ogling mother.

She flashed pearly whites and bragged, "Your father and I even bought a new television from District 3 just to watch you sweet heart. It's all the rage in the Capitol now I hear. Clear picture and everything!"

Even if it was a bit ridiculous to buy a television just for this I aided my mother's excitement and responded obediently.

"Thank you Mother. I'm sure you and Father will want to see me win clearly now won't you?"

As you can tell I have no problems saying that I might be a very spoiled child. I always obtained the best clothes, jewelry, and education through my entire life. It was the same with most of the population of District 1 being the Luxury of Panem of course. We even win the Hunger Games almost every year showing that we aren't just pampered civilians. Along with my valuable education I've gone through training to prepare me for the games as well. Don't get me wrong I'm not being forced into the fray.

I'm volunteering.

Top of the female class I've already been practically chosen as this year's tribute for District 1 and I have no problems with it what so ever. Even my parents are thrilled.

"There she is! Our proud future victor the ever so lovely Dehlia Decathlon" My father embraced me.

"Father, Mother I know you would like to lecture but I'm going to be late at this rate won't I?"

I lied.

"Of course dear your right" my mother gave me my farewell and hugged me one last time not out of sadness but love. "We will be watching you, and when you come back I'll buy you anything you want and there will be a huge feast I guarantee!" She promised.

I expected this much.

She had said the same thing four years ago when my brother walked out the door and into the games as well. Except he died. He would have won if it weren't for that District 2 bitch. Speaking of that is the real reason I'm volunteering this year. Not for fame or the glory, even if it would be a plus, but to take revenge on District 2 even if I kill myself in the process.

Waving goodbye I left the house blending in with a crowd of people heading for the Capitol Court. It would be an understatement if I said I was afraid. Yes I admit I was scared but it would soon pass. My blood was taken and checked by a peacekeeper once I arrived and then I was placed with those of my age group.

17.

"Settle down! I said settle down!"

A rather pale woman took the stage talking into a microphone that to be honest didn't look like she knew how to use. Her yellow dress was rather distracting and awfully hideous as well as the makeup that was caked all around her face. Her hair was even dyed the strange warm yellow color.

Typical Capitol.

"Now welcome all you young ladies and handsome men! Today we are here to celebrate the beginning of the 81st Annual Hunger Games!" She singed clapping her hands as if signaling us to follow suit.

"And May the Odds be Ever in your Favor." The woman added then pointing to a screen that showed the symbol of the Capitol.

"As you must know a very long time ago there was a rebellion instigated against our beloved Capitol and to settle it the 12 Districts of Panem signed a treaty that every year one lucky man and woman would compete in a test of survival known as the hunger games. Whoever was to win the games would be crowned a victor and given gifts and riches far beyond anyone's hopes and dreams. Oh how I love history!" She beckoned a man to bring forth a transparent glass bowl. Inside it were slips of paper all no doubt had different names printed onto them.
"Now the time has come to choose one man and woman to represent District 1 in the 81st Annual Hunger Games. However knowing District 1 I'm sure there is someone who would like to volunteer? Anyone?"

I put on a confident smirk and raised my hand. "I volunteer." As quickly as I had said it a group of peacekeepers escorted me to the stage and soon I found myself standing next to the yellow lady.

"Now…Your name?"

"Dehlia Decathlon."

The crowd roared and clapped for me smiling. It was the same as my brother when he had volunteered as well. It felt wonderful almost as if I was a hero. There were people in the crowd that I knew who cheered proudly and chanted Dehlia! Dehlia!

"Now, now settle down! Settle down!" The woman in yellow screeched holding me by my forearm carefully clearly not amused. "Now it's time to choose the lucky male contestant."

I didn't bother to pay attention for my District partner. I drowned out the cheers and the name that came after mine. The sudden roar of District 1 over and over again was washed out. All I think about was getting rid of any mental weakness that would stop me from truly playing the game. I would fulfill what my brother could not and become victor in his place.

Are you watching world?

I am

Dehlia Decathlon

The future District 1 Champion.

Dehlia Decathlon, 17, District 1

Feb 6th

5'9

Brown Hair

Green Eyes

Provided by the Capitol Civilian Identification Facility

Author's Note:

Welcome Dehlia Decathlon of District 1. And may the odds be ever in your favor.

(I do hope I can try to maintain your character as you portray her as well as I can. Please feel free to correct me on anything I do. I would gladly accept it.)

Dear Tributes:

The Reaping Chapters will be mostly descriptive and background for now. Action will come later with less dialogue as such.

Always,

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