A/N: I am so excited to start this story! I have a lot of romances, deaths, and surprises held in store for the Games.
Disclamer: I do not own the Hunger Games, or the characters in this story.
(Please tell me if I need to change something I am doing wrong for your character!)
District 1
Adema Catasro
I am a chocolate covered berry with sprinkles on top. I am an orange sliced cake with vanilla icing delicately spread upon me. I am a lemon candy that has caramel inside.
I sprung up from my random thoughts and walked to the window. A light breeze was blowing over District 1, leaving reaping day a cool feeling. The sun was high overhead overlooking the celebrations held in the streets. Banners hung from houses excited for the Games. Balloons were strung to chimneys and doors. Streamers were tied to the balloons. The District 1 houses were looking pretty cheerful!
I grabbed a pretty dark blue dress with silver gems and glass slippers to match. My silky dark blonde hair was carefully curled on my shoulders. I smiled in to my mirror and twirled, running to my best friend, Laney's room. She was dressed in her own reaping outfit and she grinned once I came in.
"Adema!" she laughed. "You look beautiful!"
"Same to you." I pointed to her green dress. "Shall we go, Princess Laney?" I asked in a mock, sarcastic, highly important voice.
She giggled and we took hands and flounced down the staircase to where Sarai was standing in her small red dress. Sarai ran to hug us.
"You guys look pretty," she said.
Sarai is nine. I am seventeen. Sometimes I think Sarai is more practical than I am. Do I care? Does it look like it? No.
We all held hands together and my mother, Celene, took us to the reaping. The square was filled to the brim with people. I found my book club in the mess of it all and waved to them.
Laney and I walked up the crystal white stage and took our places in the seventeen year old section. Then hell broke loose.
"Laney Michealson!"
I don't even remember when I heard it; I just did. My heart stopped and the fluttery feeling I always felt when I was excited washed away. Laney, next to me, tightened her grip on my hand. Her hand was icy cold.
She stepped forward, letting go of my hand, and tried to smile. But she couldn't hide her fear; I knew it was there in her eyes. She started walking to the center of the stage in the dazzling lights.
I screamed and pushed people out of my way to get to her. I think I may have slapped a few people too. I yelled something totally out of the ordinary and got in front of Laney.
"I volunteer!"
I didn't care about manners right now. Laney was my best friend.
The lady who called her name took my hand and smiled.
"Your name is?"
"Adema Catasro, ma'am!"
"Very well, Adema. Are you ready for the Games?"
I gave her a weak smile.
"But what you really mean is, are the Games ready for me?"
District 1
Saffron Haver
My mother, Pella Haver, fixed me up a grand lunch. In honor of the reaping, it was a tradition to have a special lunch before the reaping. There were shrimp dipped in cocktail sauce, buttered bread, lamb soup, chocolate muffins, and much more.
It was only my mom and I, because my father was dead and I had no siblings. We always feasted on good food by ourselves, but occasionally with my best friend, Kale Larson.
This reaping was a special reaping, since it was my very first one. I wouldn't be happy if I got in the Hunger Games, but I wouldn't be exactly disappointed. I was somewhat tired of the careers that sometimes failed, and I thought I had a slight chance. Even though I was twelve. I was good with certain weapons and I was slightly muscular.
After lunch, I went to my room and dressed in the clothes my mom had laid out for me. It was a nice white shirt, a black tie, nice black pants, and dress shoes. After dressing, I took a car with my mom to the reaping.
When there, I saw my best friend, Kale Larson. We talked and muttered useless things about the Games, and soon enough, it was time.
A girl named Laney Michaelson was picked, but another girl volunteered for her. I believe her name was Adema and she was seventeen. She looked like an okay tribute, but a little too twitchy.
A lady then retreated back to the crystal bowl and picked out a boy's name. Mixed feelings hoped it was me, but not me. Does that make sense?
Well, I didn't have much time to think about it, because then my name was called. I always expected it to be a horrifying moment, but actually it wasn't that bad.
I walked to the center of the stage and stood there as the cameras ate me up. I did not smile, I did not frown, and I simply did not show any emotions.
The lady, who pulled out my name, smiled and congratulated me.
I walked off the stage into Peacekeepers' hands without saying a word.
District 2
Harley Kinect
I slipped on a sleek black dress and white high heels. I clopped carefully down the stairs and met my father smiling happily, waiting for me. I smiled back and together we walked out of the door to go to the reaping.
When we got there, I searched the crowd for Emily, my best friend. We would be together up on that frightening stage the third time in our lives.
I guess you might be wondering where my mom was. She died in a fire when I was little. I can still remember the hot burns against my mother's skin when she was rushed to a doctor. I tried so anxiously to save her. I kept telling her to stay alive, but she slipped away one morning while I was sleeping.
I found Emily standing with her family and she waved when she saw me. She gave me a cheerful smile and commented on my outfit and smooth blond hair with brown highlights. We talked about the reaping, what we had for breakfast, and where we got our dresses. I answered them all and soon, my sadness about my mother washed away.
Ten minutes later, the reaping started. Emily and I hurried to our places on stage and clenched our fists.
"Good luck," I silently whispered to her.
She nodded back.
A wild lady dressed in green hair waltzed up to the glass bowl and plucked a name from it. The crowd grew silent.
I touched my mother's silver necklace and closed my eyes.
"Harley Kinect!"
I opened my eyes wide in alarm and looked to Emily. She had the same fearful expression. I walked to center stage and started to shake the slightest bit. Now that I think about it, I hope my competitors didn't see that.
"Congratulations, Harley!" the Capitol lady said.
I gritted my teeth.
District 2
Connor Flipsye
Such a beautiful day for the reaping to be held on. Poor District 11 and 12 tributes crying their eyes out, oh the poor scene. The first day of their deaths. Aw, it's so sad; it makes me want to cry.
My mother came to brush my cute chocolate brown hair. Ick, I didn't enjoy it, but I had to look my best on the day I was going to volunteer. My mom had a sad look on her face, she hated the Hunger Games. And also, if I remember correctly, my brother died today.
They said it was a deadly murderer, a crazy minded brain. My brother was covered with blood and his eyes were shocked. His mouth was open in a distant scream. They never found the murderer to my older brother and they never will either.
Because I killed my brother.
My parents and I headed to the reaping and I quickly stepped on to the streamer filled stage. I went to the roped age areas and waited anxiously.
A green haired lady stepped up to the microphone and someone held out a porcelain bowl out to her. She picked out a girl's name and it was a fourteen year old. She wouldn't last long.
Next, she picked out a boy's name. I watched with my curious 'Bambi' eyes as the nervous sixteen year old stepped forward. I waited until the lady asked if there were any volunteers until I started the act.
"I volunteer!" I squeaked. The crowd looked doubtful that a small twelve year old would last. They shook their heads in disbelief.
The sixteen year old looked relieved as the green haired lady stepped over to me.
"What is your name, young man?" she asked sweetly.
"Connor Flipsye," I said with nervousness. "I-I volunteer in honor of my older brother who was murdered last year." A tear rolled down my cheek.
Excellent.
