I put on the last of my make up, and look in the mirror.

Everything about me was just so BLUE.

My makeup, from blue lipstick, to blue eyeliner, to blue hairstreaks.

My dress which was a blue that matched my eyes, and my shoes had sapphires be-dazzled on them.

Heck, even my name, Sapphire Starlight, was Just. So. Blue.

And blue gets depressing after a while. All the blue affected my personality, I hardly ever even payed attention to the terribly blue surroundings.

Today is the first ever reaping, and I'm going to volunteer. Because blue gets REALLY depressing after a while, and I don't have the guts to kill my self.

/-/-/-/-/-/

Our escort, Zindra Mangus, comes on stage."Hello everyone! Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, And welcome to the first annual Cirrus Hunger Games!" She claps her hands while looking out into the crowd. "Now, we have a special video to show all of you, about the glorious hunger games, and I hope you enjoy it!"

They play the video, about how Cirrus was formed from Panem, and they thrived hand in hand. Until Cirrus started to leave the cover of Panem, but, came back "better then ever" with the Hunger games.

"Alright everyone! It is time for our spare tributes to be chosen!"

...Spare tributes?

"And may the odds be ever in your favor." She says, quoting the famous line. She walks over to the girls' bowl. "Ladies first!" She yells out into the crowd. She puts her hand into the bowl, and feels around. "Morain G-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" I yell "I volunteer as tribute." I walk up to the stage.

"Ah yes! A volunteer! Now, could you tell us your name, and how old you are?"

I stear into the escort's eyes, and then out to the croud. "My name is Sapphire starlight and I'm 14 years old."

The escort looks happy, possibly and probably a fake smile. "Ah, yes, what a positively beautiful name!" She chirps. Looking out on the crowd once again, she says, "Now, for the boys!"

Before she can even stick her hand in the bowl, I hear an "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE" and a young man from the 17 year olds. He has curly sandy blonde hair, and is at least six feet tall. Very intimidaing, and probably a good ally in the arena.

"Ah, what a brave young man, volintearing like that! So, could you please tell us your name and age?"

"I am Cobalt Mamaligas, and I am 17 years old."

"Allright then!" We go to shake hands, and I see his face clearly. Far away, he may be intimidating, but up close, he looks like a lost puppy. And, everyone says "eyes are the windows to the soul" well, his soul won't last a day.


My mom and my dad come into the room, crying.

"Wh-why d-d-did you v-v-volentear?" My mom asks me, sobbing.

"Well, I just thought, why not? Nice change of scenery."

"NICE CHANGE OF SCENERY?" My fater yells at me.

"Yes." I reply. Just before they left I said "You know... blue is very depressing."

That just makes my mother cry harder.


Cobalt P.O.V.

I sit in the waiting room, waiting for...no one.

No parents.

No siblings.

No girlfriend.

No regular friends.

Or, at least TAMy didn't put any down on the tribute form.

I was raised in an orphanage, and there I was pretty much a loaner. I didn't even have any fight training. Just sit in my room. And read books. And then, when I ran out of books, I just re-read them.

So, here I am, waiting in an empty room, not really waiting for anything.


Aqua, district 2 girl

Slowly, my eyes opened. Today was Sunday, which ment no school. I turned over slightly, snugaling deeper into my covers, and closing my eyes again, before having them shoot back open.

Today, was Cirrus' first annual Hunger Games Reaping. I shoot out of bed, suddenly very awake. I look at my clock, and see how much time we have. Normaly, I am an early riser, so I think we should have an hour or so to get rea-

CRAP WE HAVE FIFTEEN MINETS.

I run out of my room, and upstairs to my parents room (which, took up the entire top floor) After I find that the door is locked, I bang on the door as hard as I can and yell "MOM, DAD, IT'S REAPING DAY!" I run back downstairs, To my room, and hurriedly run into the bathroom, to brush my teeth and put my hair up. I didn't have time for the style I was planning, so, I just put it half up, half down. Quickly walking out of my bathroom, I walk up to my closet, and pull something out of it, quickly putting it on. Then, grabbing a pair of white sandeles.

I look in the mirror.

My caremel, baby soft hair goes down to my back, well, the part that isn't up in a bun, anyway. The dress I picked out is a lovely aqua, and it matches my eyes, also why my parents named me Aqua. I tilt my head back to get a look at my sadly thin lips. Normaly, I would but on a lipstick that made them look fuller, but, I had no time today.

I run to the bottom floor of my house, with about three minutes left.

"Hurry hurry hurry!" My mother says, as we all run out the door.

We get there, and my parents go into the "observing section"* While I go over to get checked in

"You're late." Says the peacekeeper

"I know." I say, and run over to the 17 year old girl section. The Escort already has her hand in the girls bowl.

"Aqua-"

I hold my breath. There are plenty of Aquas in this district, no way could it be-

"-Moonstone!"

...me.

I put on a brave smile, although, I feel like I'm dyeing on the inside. I never trained! My mind starts to panic, and so does the rest of me.

calm down, I think, You've danced all your life, you have strong legs, if anyone tries to attack you, You could easily out run them.

I hold onto that thought, as a brave boy volunteers, we shake hands and are led into different rooms of the Justice Building.

/-/-/-/-/-/

My father, Glitter and mother, Sparkle come in first.

"Aqua...I didn't think you would be picked..." my dad mumbles.

"I know. Niether did I. I mean... No one thinks they're going to be picked and then... they are."

"Why do they need to have the games?" my mother asks, her eyes shut tight to keep from crying.

I laugh, slightly. "Did you not watch the 'special announcement'? We need Panem. We spoke out agenst the Hunger Games, and for our punishment, we had to get them."

"Offly counter-productive, don't you think?" my dad asks me.

"Very. But in a way, Cirrus I just like a district. They have as much control over us as any one of the districts, except for a few hundred miles of land between us, there's a few thousand miles of ocean between us."

"Prommise me you'll come back?" My mom asks, teary eyed.

"We all know I can't mak that promise." I say, and a peace keeper comes in and takes them away.

Next to come in are my best friends, Lace and Shiny, both crying.

"How could you get picked?" Shiny asks me.

"Yeah, why couldn't it have been Ariel!" Lace adds on. (Ariel is a mean girl in our school)

"I don't know. Maybe some things are inevitable." I say.

"But, No one likes Ariel! I hope she gets picked next year." Lace mumbles.

"That's no way to talk." I tell her.

"But, It's true, isn't it?" Shiny says.

"Yeah. I guess it is kind of true..." I say, and we all laugh.

"But, in all seriouness, in the non-existent case where I don't make it back"-I didn't want to give my parents false hope, but my friends, yeah."-I just want you two to know your the best friends someone could have asked for." I say, smiling.

We hug, and then it's time for them to leave.


Wayde, district 2 (luxury) boy

My alarm goes off, walking me up an hour earlier then I usually wake up.

I trudge downstairs to see my dad reading a news paper and may mom MAKEING breakfast

When my mother, Lake sees me coming down the stairs, she smiles at me. "Morning Wayde" She says.

"Morning, mom, morning dad." I say, and she places some pancakes and some buttered bread in front of me. I take a bite of the bread, happy to taste that it's very salty. See, I moved here from Panem's district four when I was fourteen. My parents were needed in a hospital that didnt have many doctors.

I was trained to be a career from age four, to volunteer and was devastated when I found about we were moving to a hunger games-free place, because ten years of my life would be going down the drain. But now, the hunger games are here, and Now, they won't need to.

"Wayde, are you going to...?" My fater, Oceneeus asks me.

"That was the original plan, wasn't it? To volunteer when I was 18?" I say "If I don't now, I won't a have another chance."

"Yes you will." My mother says, "19 year olds can be picked for the games." Huh. I actually forgot about that.

"Yes, but that would just be another year that I haven't been training." I say, trying to make her see logic, that I HAVE to enter these Games. "And I won't just be some victor. I'll be Cirrus' first. Imagine all the recognition I would get."

"True..." She mumbles.

After I finish eating, I go upstairs, and put on a cream colored muscle shirt, brown dress pants, and then, I tuck them into my black boots.

I look in the mirror. Dirty blonde hair in to the middle of my neck, sea green eyes, and I had a trident tattoed on my upper left arm. I had broad shoulders, and was very tall, but, I had thin lips. I wasn't very bad looking, and soon, as the first victor of Cirrus' games, I would have women flocking to me.

We all take the long walk to the Justice building, and I go to the 18-boys section. Our escort, Vendellyne Marigal, comes on stage. She shows us the video, and then, goes to reap the names. She pulls a name from the very top. "Aqua...Moonstone!" She says. A happy looking girl comes out of the 17-girl section. "And for the boy, She puts her hand deep in the bowl, and pulls out a name.

"Zackariah...Jennings!"

Not me. Here goes nothing!

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" I yell, and walk up to the stage.

"And what is your name, young man?"

"My name is Wayde Bay, and I am 18 years old."

"Ah, lovely. Now, shake hands..." We do. "I give you our tributes from District Two for the first annual Hunger Games!" The crowd claps for us.


My parents walked into the room, smiles on their faces

"Hey, mom, hey dad." I say to them.

"So, you weren't kidding when you said you were volunteering, were you?" my mom asks.

"Nope!" I say with a smile on my as well.

"Your going to do great out there!" my dad says.

"I know. I can do this! I'm going to win. And, maybe even take that pretty girl back with me."

"Awwww, you have a crush!"

I blush, and say "Maybe."

"Ok, lets make a deal." My dad says. "You get yourself, and that girl back to district two."

"Ok, dad," I say "Deal."

"Oh, I can just see a wedding now!" My mom squeals.

"Yeah yeah, sure, I'll get married when I'm 18." I say sarcastically.

"You both come back!" I hear my dad say, as the peace keeper takes them out of the room.

"You know I will!" I yell back to them.


District 12 (seafood) girl, Sierna

I watch the sun rise from my place at the window.

I couldn't sleep. How, could anyone, with the Reapings today?

Even though it was ridiculously early, I went to my closet, and put my blue skirt, along with my blue blouse on, finishing it off with a pair of white flip-flops. I walk out to the kitchen, and start to make breakfast for my family, just some simple scrambled eggs.

My mother is first to come downstairs.

"Morning." She says.

"Morning." I say back, place ing some eggs on her plate

"Couldn't sleep?" she asks me, a sympathetic smile on her face.

"No. To scared."

"Oh, You'll be fine." My mother says, trying to re-assure me.

"Are you sure? I mean, I haven't even stared working yet. I dont even have any experience with this kind of stuff! What If I get picked? What If I die? What if I die in the bloodbath?"

"That's not going to happen!" says my brother, who just came into the kitchen. I put some eggs infront of him."If you get picked, I'll volunteer for you."

"Guys can't volunteer for girls, doofus."

"Oh... forgot about that..."

"You should eat, you know." my mother points out.

"I can't to nervous."

"You shouldn't be." Says my brother.

"Easy for you to say! You've been working with spears and knives for the past three years! Your NINETEEN, you would be able to be victor, easy-peasy. Me? Not so much."

"Ok, if you keep on talking like that, your going to jinx yourself."

That effectively shut me up until we got to the Justice Building.

/-/-/-/-/-/

Waiting is agony.

What our escort saais is a blur, and I don't even pay attention when they say the girls name. Only When a girl I vaguely remember from school jabs me in the ribs, do I pay attention.

"Sirena Orchan?" our escort calls again.

No. Nonononononononononon.

"Sirena? If you don't come up wilingly, we will have pease keepers come and get you."

I walk up, like a zombie, to the front of the stage.

I numbly shake the other boy's hand, and numbly notice that he is rather cute.


"OH MY GOD." My mom runs in, and puts her arms around me.

"Gah! Mom! Squishing me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She says.

By now, my initial shock wore off.

"Hey, you know I could have volunteered, right?"

"Of course I do," I say, "But, don't worry, I'll take out the other tributes. I'll make it out alive."

"Yeah. You will." my brother says.

"You seem offley confident." my mother comments.

"Hey, If I say I win I will. Trying to 'good jinx' myself." I say with a smile.

"Haha. Good luck with that...But in all seriousness. Good luck. I hope you win."

"I will. I'll win so I can see you marry Elle." I say. Elle was his girlfriend, who he had proposed to a while ago."

"Promise!" he yells, but before I can, the door closes behind him.

"I will." I say, even though he can't hear it.


Diego, district 12 boy

I wake up, and put on my cloths, a white button down shirt, with beige shorts. I go into the bathroom and brush my jet black wavy hair, that's usually a mess, and start down to the Justice building. I didn't live with anyone, and seeing as 16 was the legal age to do almost anything in district 12, I moved out a year ago. I was pretty much a loner, Plus the scars in my face from various fishing incidents (I was very clumsy) I didn't exactly attract people, like some could.

Our escort goes on stage, and calls out the girls name.

"Sirena Orchan!"

No one came on stage.

One minute

Two.

"Sirena?"

Nothing.

"Sirena Orchan?"

"Sirena? If you don't come willingly, we will have peacekeepers come and get you."

Slowely, a girl, from the fifteen section comes on stage.

"And now for the boy! Diego Malinchak!"

I walk up with a poker face on.

Once we are in the Justice building, I sit down on the chair, looking out the "unbreakable glass" window.


HERE IT IS! First /real/ chapter! Meet our first six tributes! We still need more! Also, I know I said I would be introducing EIGHT tributes, but, I can't find this one, and my friend couldn't get me an updated form on time, so, you will get eight next time!

Also, who would /you/ spend your sponsor points on? And if you submitted, you can't pick your own tribute. Like, when the game starts, you can spend them on your own tribute, but, for now, who is your favorite? (and remember, reviewing gets you sponsor points!)