I stared up at the empty stage, nervous. Why nervous? Why am I, Angelica Schuyler, nervous? I'm not going to be picked for the Reaping. I'm not going to volunteer. That's idiotic. Why would I set myself up for death? Why?

Why did I make that pact?


"Hello, I'm Dolley Todd, and welcome to the Reaping for the 50th annual Hunger Games! Woo!" She pumped her fist in the air as she walked onto the stage. After explaining the rules, she stepped up to the Reaping Bowl.

I stared at my feet, unable to look up.

"George Washington!" Dolley cried, smiling broadly.

George Washington didn't hesitate to go up to the stage, but he did not run up there. He walked with his head held high, but you could just barely see the nervousness in his eyes.

"And..." Dolley fished around in the bowl, and after what seemed like ages, she finally pulled it out, "John Church!"

No. No. I'm not going in. I can't. He isn't worth it. But. We made a pact. I can't defy him. But he never seemed nice. I barely know him, yet I know him so well. Just because we're dating doesn't me I have to volunteer. But I said I would.

"John Church?" Dolley repeated.

I realized John never went up to the stage. He thought I was going to go.

I walked a few feet over to John and shoved him a bit, like saying "Go, what are you waiting for?"

It seems that John got my silent message. He glared at me and stormed up to the stage.

I hope he dies in there.


Lucy Flucker stared at the slip of paper for a good 10 seconds. It's going to be me. What other reason would she be so confused at that slip of paper?

"Marie-Joseph Paul Yes Rock Gilbert due Moo Tier, M-Mars Quiche Day Loaf Eye Eat." Lucy stuttered.

Cringing at the horrible pronunciation, I walked up to the stage. With no second thoughts, I grabbed Lucy's microphone and announced, "Marquis de Lafayette."

She nodded and plunged her hand back in the bowl.

Why does it have to be me? I don't deserve this. I didn't do anything wrong. I never signed up for tesserae.

"James Reynolds!" Lucy declared with much more ease than my name.

At least somebody who deserves to die will be there.

"I volunteer!" A girl's voice cried. I recognized it immediately. Maria Lewis.

Reynolds set her up. She was forced to volunteer from him. She doesn't deserve this.

James smirked as he kicked his girlfriend's legs, urging her to go on the stage.

Maria never hurt a soul.


Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to get a few interesting Reapings done.

Here is the list of all the tributes. (BTW, all of these are real people):

District 1- Samuel Seabury, John Wilkinson
District 2- Washington, John Church
District 3- Charles Lee, Martha Dandridge (volunteered)
District 4- Abigail Smith, Martha Wayles (both volunteers)
District 5- James Madison (volunteered for Thomas Jefferson), John Adams
District 6- Lafayette, Maria Lewis (Volunteered for James Reynolds)
District 7- Daniel Custis, Frances Jones
District 8- Hercules Mulligan, Timothy Pickering
District 9- Benjamin Lincoln, John Doughty
District 10- George Eacker, Aaron Burr
District 11- Anthony Wayne, Henry Dearborn
District 12- John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton

Sorry I didn't do a Reaping for District 5, everything was starting to sound too similar. (James volunteered for ~LOVE~) (thomas doesn't know that)