Theo Harpond's POV

I wake up and feel the sunlight streaming through the window onto my face. I embrace the warmth before springing out of bed. It's Reaping Day. Yes.

I find an ironed shirt and pants at the end of my bed. I slip them on and check myself out in the mirror. I am one handsome boy. My blond hair fits the outfit perfectly.

I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table. My caretaker is making pancakes. She makes pancakes every Reaping Day. This time, though, I'll finally be reaped. Well, I'll volunteer.

My parents died soon after I was born. They tried to escape from District 1 and they were caught. The rest is too horrible to talk about. Ever since then, my caretaker, Joon, has looked after me. She is the best caretaker ever. She spoils me so much. I do deserve it though.

I wolf down the pancakes and talk to Joon about her Games. Joon was in the 257th Hunger Games. She tells me the story of the final two. Apparently, Joon was left with the boy from 7. She threw her sword at his chest and he died almost instantly. She always exaggerates about how anticlimactic the end was.

That's when I hear the siren. I run outside and sprint to the square. I walk to the registration table. They prick my finger and I press down on the book, leaving a bloodstain. I wait in the front for our escort to appear.

Sacred Franco's POV

I'm sitting at the dinner table, glaring at Nion. What a stuck-up brat. You see, I'm a very competitive person. So is my sister. My father, Ghold, is happily eating his breakfast. Nion sticks her tongue out at me.

"You know that you're a failure, you redhead freckle-face!" Nion screams in my face. My father does nothing. He only has eyes for Nion. She does everything better than me, so now I don't exist to him.

"I'm gonna steal your spot in the Games, you know!" I yell back. This time, my father looks up. "How dare you say that to your sister!" he fumes.

I get up and run outside. I don't understand why my father can't give me a chance. I just want him to see me for someone who has done something good. Obviously, I haven't done anything good at all.

The siren rings out. I head off to the registration table. As usual, they prick my finger and get me to leave some blood in their stupid book.

I formulate a plan in my head. A plan to use the Games as revenge against my sister. I'm going to volunteer, and there's nothing she can do. I line up in the rows and wait for our escort.

Echelon Blossom walks out onto the stage. He is one handsome man. But that's not my focus here. I'm here to volunteer.

As soon as he opens the female pick, I yell out. "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" Echelon invites me onto the stage.

"And what is your name, young lady?" he asks me. I reply with my name. And that is that. I can see my sister fuming in the crowd and I know my plan has worked.

Theo Harpond's POV

Sacred Franco is the girl's name. She's actually quite a looker. I think she'll fall for me before the Games. But it'll only be temporary. Because she'll be dead.

As Echelon pulls out the male name, I call out. Echelon smiles at me and gestures for me to come up onto the stage. I tell Panem that my name is Theo Harpond and that I will win for my district.

And with that, I am ushered off the stage, and on my way to winning the 275th Hunger Games.

Bring it on.