Eliea "Eli" Rowan's POV

I always loved mornings. There was something about waking up to the smell of coffee coming from downstairs and the glint of jewels on my windowsill that always put a smile on my face. You'd think today would be different, considering that it's the Reaping day, but no. Today was just as good as yesterday.

A few weeks ago I had turned 18 meaning that this year was my last in the Reaping bowl.

Unlike most kids in District 1, I don't want to be a tribute but I train along with everyone else just in case.

After getting up and slipping into my Reaping outfit, a knee length poufy dress that bends shades of blue and green together, I sit on the edge of my bed and look at myself in the floor length mirror. Slowly I start to brush my short curly light brown hair and I hum to myself while I go.

"Oh Eliea… You look beautiful…" Ocille Rowan sighs from the doorway. I smile at her reflection and I turn to face her.

"Thanks mum." I say happily. At that moment there comes a crash from downstairs.

I roll my eyes. "You left Bright downstairs by herself?" My mother laughs and follows me out of my room and downstairs.

Blake Torres' POV

Watching the sunrise is sort of like a tradition for me. Every morning I come up here to watch the sun rise and prepare myself for the day. Today is a lot harder to prepare for.

Today is the Reaping day. The 115th Hunger Games has officially been announced and today 24 poor suckers are gonna be forced to kill each other until one is left standing.

I remember when I was around 9 or 10 I used to love watching the Hunger Games on TV. This was before I knew that the kids actually died in the Arena's. I used to think that it was all make believe. If only.

After the sun has risen over District 1 I make my way down off the roof and head inside.

"I really wish you wouldn't climb on the roof. It's dangerous. What if you fell?" Hearing my father's voice behind me makes me jump. My father is a tall man of about 6ft 5' with a large muscular body, I have his height and body shape but that's where our similarities end. Instead of his muddy brown hair and matching eyes I have blonde hair and green eyes. Like my mother. I turn to him and glare.

"Really Arden? You're going to start acting like a parent now?" I've called my dad by his first name for three years now. Ever since I told him and he tried to disown me.

The look on his face is one of hurt. "Blake… Come on. When are you going to start calling me dad again?"

I step towards him so we're eye to eye.

"I don't know dad. When are you going to accept that I'm gay?"

Eli Rowan's POV

Just like every year the justice building is packed by 10am. Being a Career District makes everyone eager to get things underway. I find the excitement infectious and soon I am smiling and laughing along with the other girls in the 18 year old section.

Our districts escort walks on stage in a stiff dress with a frilly bottom, 6-inch stiletto's and the biggest pendant I have ever seen on a necklace. Her hair is a pale blonde that falls naturally to her shoulders in waves, her skin is a pale pink that compliments her breath taking copper coloured eyes.

"Helllooooo District One! Happy 115th Hunger Games! I am your new Escort Dian Boling and it is a pleasure… no make that an honour to be here in District One!" her voice is all preppy and reminds me of the girls that cheer on the guys at training.

"Now shall we get this party started?" she asks the audience with an exaggerated wink.

"As usual, Ladies first." She saunters across the stage to the ball labelled girls and daintily puts her hand inside. After a few long moment she pulls it out and clasped between her long manicured fingers is the piece of paper. Dian opens it so slowly and precisely I swear I can hear each crease unfolding from the paper. A smile plays across her face as she reads out the name.

"Eliea Rowan!"

My heart starts beating loudly in my chest but I ignore it. I plaster a smile on my face and start walking towards the stage. I expect someone to volunteer for me but everyone's clapping and cheering instead.

I take my place next to Dian on stage and shake her hand proudly. She leans down to give me a hug and whispers in my ear. "You have the most adorable dimples I have ever laid eyes on." As she pulls back she gives me a wink and before I know it she is holding the piece of paper that holds the name of my fellow tribute between her fingers.

Blake Torres' POV

As the girl, Eliea, walks onstage I glance down at the clothes I had thrown on before rushing out of the house only minutes before. I'm wearing a simple white t-shirt and black trouser pants with my dad's old pair of dress shoes. Nothing fancy I know but dad destroyed all of my good clothes when I told him I was gay. I am staring intently at a scuff mark on my right shoe when the next name is called out.

"Blake Torres!"

For a second I start to look around for the poor sucker who has to go into the arena but I soon realise that it was my name that was called out. I shake my head softly and let my hair fall over my eyes. A strong hand grips my arm and yanks me from the 16 year old section. I shake it off and slowly stare myself towards the stage. I hear a snicker when I stumble on the first step but try to ignore it. When I make it onto the stage Dian directs me so that I'm standing directly in front of a very plain looking girl. There's nothing really special about her I notice except for the dimples that appear when she smiles.

"Here you are District One, your tributes for this year's games! Blake Torres and Eliea Rowan!" as the applauds start Eliea and I shake hands. Looking into this girls eyes I feel safe, like when she's around no one can touch me and I nearly forget the horror that's waiting for me.

A/N

HI EVERYONE!

To Majestic Unicornzilla I hope I did your characters justice. I promise there will be more detail on them later :) Oh and please submit some Tributes and an Escort for district two… I was hoping I'd be able to do all the reaping in order …

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