Authors Note: Hello! Thanks for clicking on this story. These are the district 1 reapings. It isn't very long, I know, but I hope you enjoy! :)

Price Herold POV

This is my chance. I stare at myself through a gold rimmed mirror. It's beautiful. Which is also why it's so boring. Everything I have, is expensive, but that's about it. At least it'll be different. I get to volunteer this year. Since Royce "disappeared", the torch was handed down to me. I'll be the one to be crowned, but in the right way. Unlike Gamble. I still don't know how that idiot won.

"Master Price, your breakfast is served."

I turn towards one of our many servants. We don't like avoxes. They creep my sister out. So we just hire the poorer citizens of district 1 for our work.

"Thank you, Sarah."

She bows quickly before exiting the room. I walk down the stairs to the dining hall. My parents aren't here, but my sister, Sapphire, is. She's playing with an expensive doll with rubies embedded throughout the material. She looks up quickly, seeing that I've arrived. She shifts uncomfortably as she asks," Price, will I be reaped?"

I snort in amusement," Don't be ridiculous. There are two slips with your name. Sure you could be, but it won't matter. Krystal's volunteering this year."

Her eyes widen with shock," Really? The short girl? She'll barely taller than me. And I'm thirteen!"

"I know. It's ridiculous," I say laughing. Then I turn away from the table," Come on, Sapphire, we should head down to the reaping.""

"You aren't gonna eat?"

I shake my head," Nah, don't feel like it. Besides, I'll eat on the train."

She skips behind me, leaving her doll on the table. She runs beside me as she questions," Price, are you sure that you're gonna win?"

I laugh at her question," Of course I am. Who's gonna stop me."

"Didn't Royce beat you before?"

"That doesn't matter. Let's change the subject," I say, making my voice firm. No one's gonna stop me. Not even Royce.

Krystal Corodoy POV

Idiots. All of them. I can see the scorn in their eyes. Looking down on me. Mocking or pitying me, I hate both. But they'll respect me soon. I may be small, but that doesn't matter if I lodge a knife in your skull.

"Hey, little girl, I think you're in the wrong age group."

I turn around, glaring daggers at the owner of the voice. He's eighteen, 6'2 and blonde hair. Just like every other arrogant boy in this district. Last year, Gamble didn't have that snarky look. I defiantly stare my opponent down, forcing him to look away. I say," Oh, hello, Price. I know I'm in the right section, but you look a little lost. Let me point you in the right direction," I say as I gesture towards the seventeen year old girls. He smiles and begins to head over to the eighteen year old boys," Just wanted to say hi. But I guess we can talk on the train."

I shake my head as he leaves. He's such an idiot. Fortunately, he won't be a problem in the long run.

"Everyone, everyone, May I have your attention?"

We all look towards Lydia Sparvla. She pauses before speaking again.

"Welcome to the reaping of the 112th Hunger Games! I'm so excited after last year, I know you all will be just as successful as last year!"

I look over to Gamble Braxton, last year's victor. His games were pretty interesting, but he did earn it. But this year is my turn.

Lydia stops talking as the video of Panem's history is played throughout the confined area. Then she announces," Well, let's start of with the ladies."

This is my moment. I'm the chosen volunteer so no one else should be going for it.

Lydia opens up the chosen slip and reads the name aloud," Monarch Dar-"

I don't give her time to finish. I yell while I move towards the stage," I volunteer!"

I run into the stage and stand next to the purple haired escort. She squeals with delight," Oooh! A volunteer. What's your name sweety?"

Sweety? No one calls me that. I snatch the microphone from her hands as I say," First off, don't call me sweety. Second, my name is Krystal Corodoy."

I hand her the microphone and stare at the crowd. Lydia pauses for a few seconds before sputtering out an answer," Okay... nice to meat you!" She recovers and skips over to the boy's bowl.

"Now, time to pick our boy."

I don't even need to look, I know who my district partner is. Lydia barely gets through the first name before Price is on the stage, smiling and throwing winks at the cameras. That's Price for you. All show.

Lydia brings us together as she announces to the crowd," Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes for the 112th Hunger Games, Krystal Corodoy and Price Herold!"

The crowd erupts with applause. Lydia whispers to us to shake hands. Price already has his hand sticking out, waiting for me to shake it. I really, really don't want to, but I do. And just like that, we're pushed into the justice building.

Price Herold POV

I wasn't surprised to see my parents and sister. I had a feeling that they'd be the first to visit me. I don't know why. I'm gonna be back in four weeks, tops.

Yet, Sapphire looks at me with her big blue eyes, practically begging me," Please come back, Price. I can't be an only child."

I reach down and give her a hug. I look her in the eye as I say," Don't worry. I'll be back. I promise."

The only other visitors I have are some old friends. We just joke around while we wait for the time to end. Everyone needs to calm down. I'll be fine. No one is gonna beat me. I'll make sure of it.

Krystal Corodoy POV

My parents visit me first. They both knew that i was going to volunteer this year, but my mom is still crying. Gosh, no faith.

The only other person is my supposed boyfriend, Brawn. Our parents are really good friends, so they came up with the super idiotic idea to put us together. They don't even care that he's a jerk. Brown smiles at me, before moving closer to my position.

"How about one last kiss?"

I wait until his eyes are closed, before thrusting my Palm upwards, effectively breaking his nose. He's sent sprawling backwards, cursing like a fiend. The peacekeepers rush into to "protect me". But right before they drag a bloody Brawn away, he says," I'm going to enjoy watching you die! Now I'll finally get a real girlfriend!"

Suit yourself. But I won't die. There's too much on the line. I have to show them what I'm capable of. Then I'll personally take care of Brawn. But first, I have to take care of the arena.

Authors Note: Well, what'd you think? I was so struggling with the ending, so I hope it was okay. So, would you do me a HUGE favor, and answer these questions.

1. Who'd you like better? Why?

2. How do you think these tributes will do?

3. Anything I need to work on?

Thanks for reading! :)