Capable's POV (D1F)

''That's it!'' my best friend Saffron lies on the ground with the point of my spear pointed at her throat.

''I better hope I won't be in this position somewhere next week!'' as she says this I feel a weird pressure on my chest. Is it guilt? No, that can't be, I have to do this for myself. Even though my parents didn't want me to fight, even though it's Saffrons place I'll be taking from under her nose.

''Yeah, we can't have that can we?'' I send her a quick smile and quickly look the other way.

''Wow, is it that time already? We have to go!'' I look at the clock hanging at the other side of the shed that is our improvised training center. My parents always wanted to protect me, so they'd never let me train with weapons. The only reason I was even allowed in the academy was because they wanted me to 'fit in', even though I could only climb and take gymnastics. So I learned the real fighting from Saffron. She taught me everything there is to know about weapons, the Games and all the fighting techniques. And in return, I will steal her spot in the games.

It really is late so we go straight to the reaping.

''Cape!?'' I turn around and see my moms, they are with all the other parents.

''What in seven hells are you wearing?'' Splendid, definitely the more severe of them asks me. I look down and realize I'm still wearing my clothes from training.

''Well, it's not like I will get any attention, so it doesn't really matter what I wear does it now?'' Before I get an answer I walk away, to the group of eighteen-year-olds. When I turn around I see my other mom, Integra, looking at me worried. She was a trainer at the academy before she met Splendid and knows exactly how someone who is about to volunteer acts and what the kids wear when they're training for the Games. She knows, at least I think so.. But she doesn't do anything to stop me. The non-fighting rule has always been Splendid, as I already suspected.

Suddenly I hear an outburst of laughter and watch to my left, as I see a group of eighteen-year-boys laughing. I recognize the boy in the middle, the blonde hair swept to his left side, the musculair build: that is Prism, the male tribute of this year, also known as the ladies' man. Once the escort comes on stage, they start to become quiet.

''Welcome everyone and Happy Hungergames!'' When she's done telling the background story to the Games, like always, she starts the reaping.

''Girls first!'' She starts stirring in the bowl and pulls out a name. This is it. This is my moment.

''I volunteer as tribute!'' I scream before she even get the chance to read the name. I hear Splendid screaming and crying but I try to ignore it. I walk towards the stage as I see a glimpse of Saffron. She looks aghast and very, very angry. I try to ignore the feeling of guild that comes across my chest again. I climb up the stage.

''And what is your name, sweetheart?'' the escort has no idea. If someone isn't a sweetheart, it'll be me.

''My name is Capable Prince, but I'd rather be called Cape'' I say.

''And why did you volunteer?'' I shortly think about what to answer and then I know.

''Because I am capable.''The escort carries on with the reaping, a bit overwhelmed with my answer.

''And for the boys..''

''I VOLUNTEER'' Prism shouts before she even opened the little piece of paper where this year's tribute is written on. He must be scared mis place would get taken too, I guess.

He confidently walks towards the stage and introduces himself as Prism Light. He swaps his hair to the left side of his face and I hear multiple girls sigh. What a showoff, I think silently.

I shake hands with Prism and we walk away from the stage..

Prism's POV (D1M)

I know I can win, I mean, look at me! If I play it right, I can get tons of sponsors for just being handsome and a heart-breaker! Take my fighting skills above that and I'll be unstoppable! I just finished my last training at the academy before the games and am walking home to change for the reaping, when I hear someone call my name.

''Prism! Wait up!'' I look at the girl and vaguely recognize her as one of the three girls from last week.

''What is it?'' I ask.

''Well, you never came by the other day after we.. you know..'' She starts to giggle. I hate it when they giggle.

''Uh yeah, what did you expect? Anyway, I have to go, have a nice life.'' I start walking away from her.

When I get get home, my father quickly sends me into our training hall at home. He wants to see what I learned today so he can push me even a bit further. He wants me to win. He knows I can win. I will win, and he knows it. After the quick training session I run upstairs to get my clothes. I grab a black T-shirt which makes my muscles show even more. I brush my blonde hair and swap it to the left side, as always. Oh, how many girls fell for that hair.. I put on some jeans, and walk towards a drawer to get a picture of my mom and sister, Delphi. I still don't know why they went to District 9 once my parents got divorced. I haven't seen them in twelve years but I still miss them. I let the picture slide in my pocket and make my way to the reaping.

Once I get there, I swiftly walk to my friends.

''Hey Prism! What the hell did you get yourself into last night?'' I try to remember what Emerald, one of my best friends, is talking about. I don't really remember anything about last night, except that we went to a party and I drank way too much. Again.
They must've seen the confusion on my face, because they start laughing and yelling things. I can't hear a thing of what they're saying, because they are all yelling through each other. Once the escort comes on stage, they start to become quiet.

''Welcome everyone and Happy Hunger games!'' When she's done telling the background story to the Games, like always, she starts the reaping.

''Girls first!''

''I volunteer as tribute!'' A girl screams before she even get the chance to read the name. I hear the audience murmuring, like they do when someone volunteers who isn't selected as the tribute. I also hear a women screaming and crying in the back, if I'd had to guess, I think that must be her mother. I look to my right, where the girl is now walking towards the stage, looking determined. Yeah, that is definitely not Saffron, who was selected. I wouldn't have mind being stuck with that girl for a few days, but this girl... This is not my type, with her thick eyebrows and black haired neat bob. As she introduces herself as Capable Prince, I am preparing myself to volunteer myself. No one is going to steal my spot!

''And for the boys...''

''I VOLUNTEER'' I shout before she even opened the little piece of paper where this year's tribute is written on.

I confidently walk towards the stage and introduce myself as Prism Light. I swap my hair to the left side of my face again and hear multiple girls sigh, like I was hoping for.

I shake hands with Capable and we walk away from the stage...

A/N) I hope you like my writing! I'm sorry if there are any grammar errors, I'm not native English, so ;) Please review and let me know what you think!