Rabio Curber's pov
After I checked all the toils I set up next to a small hole in the fence, I walk to my sleeping spot. I arrived at a big tree at the outer corner of district 2. I looked around and when I'm sure no one is watching I quickly climbed into the tree. The tree house I build when I was eight is well hidden in the leaves. It's small, but good enough. The only thing I really miss are my parents. I will never see them again, be able to hold them or tell them how much I love them. Seventeen years after the rebellion. Suddenly peacekeepers stormed in houses and took people with them. Every day they executed people at the main square and everyone had to watch. Apparently they found lists with the names of rebels. My parents spoke about the rebellion, but a knew they were rebels. Every day we feared for their death. One day it happened, peacekeepers took my parents, I ran after them screaming and crying, but I knew there was nothing I could do to save them. After they got executed I ran away to hide. I really wanted to run away, run away from all my problems, run away from the bastards who killed my parents. I couldn't, the fence was charged 24 hours a day. Now I've lived for 4 years in this tree house. I steel my food and clothes from the rich people, they have enough either way.
I still have the dress I wore at the last reaping. It's white with a little bit of lacing. I pull it on. Ugh, I hate dresses. I look if the coast is clear, I slip out of the tree and walk to the square.
Tibin FeeMark's pov
I ran into my room and closed the door. I heard him storming upstairs. I'm disgusted, I can't understand why he is doing this. He slams the door open. He looks angry, so I'm surprised when his voice is calm when he starts talking. "Listen Tibin, please do this in honor of your mother." "You have to volunteer and win this game." I think about my mother, I've never really met her. Well when I was one. She was eighteen and got reaped for the eighth hunger games. All I know is that she died, my father never talks about it. He got depressed, but he knew he had to raise me, so he got over it. Now he wants me to volunteer. I really don't get why. Does he want to lose his another family member, his own son? "What if I don't make it?" I guessed at the thought. "You won't Tibin ,although you almost never showed up at the training, you can use a bow quite well." I saw you couldn't look at me anymore. "It's time Tibin, we have to go."I stand up and walk to the door. We walk quietly to the square. Fifi Feater, our escort is already standing on the stage. Our fight ensured us being late. The girl who got reaped was a small girl who is like 12. Her name is Rabio or something. No one seems to care about her. I get nervous when Fifi reads the male name. David Flare. His parents were holding him tight and didn't seem to make any effort letting him go. They look around with hope in their eyes. This was my moment. "I volunteer." I see smiles appearing on the faces of David's parents. Peacekeepers pull me to the stage and I have to shake hands with the girl and then I have to get in a room. The only person who comes to visit me is my father. He tells me he's proud of me and that I'm going to win. Then he holds me until the peacekeepers come and take him away. I'm left alone.