District Two
Tributes- Valeria Rose 14 and Zane Titanium 15
For Your Information: During their family goodbyes they decide they are going to live their last days as a couple.
Valeria Rose 14 POV
I don't pay much attention to the Reapings. I never really care about the Hunger Games. Why should I? I'm not going to volunteer and there's almost no chance of my name being drawn. I just show up looking good and stand waiting for the ditsy Capitol woman to finish drawing the unlucky suckers that are gonna die. I pull on my purple shirt that cuts off just below my ribs to make it more comfortable and settle in for the hour. I am aware that the Capitol woman is drawing the girls name but I'm so sure it's not me I don't pay any attention. So when the person behind me starts shoving me I do what any other girl would do… I kick him in the jaw. Peacekeepers swoop in, lift me up onto their shoulders, and carry me to the stage.
I'm not one to complain but when I'm thrown over someone shoulder like a rag doll, I don't take it kindly. I'm throwing as many punches and kicks as anyone can in my position and land more than a few solid shots. Finally, I'm dumped on the stage and they handcuff me and chain my legs to the stage. I'm still fuming at their way of treating me but I'm satisfied to see that more than half of the Peacekeepers are washing the blood from their mouths and I think one spat out a tooth.
Zane Titanium 15 POV
I stand among other fifteen year olds waiting for the Reapings to start. The kids stay at least a foot away from me as I glare at them from all angles. I don't like people. Not even my parents and everyone knows that. I'm left alone and that's the way I like it. I manage to stay somewhat awake during the announcer's speech but drift into a stupor. When the girls name is drawn, all hell breaks loose. A beautiful exotic girl who I assume is the one that was picked, kicks the boy behind her in the jaw and is jumped by a bunch of Peacekeepers. I'm impressed by her ability to land so many punches when she's bouncing around on the Peacekeeper's back but they finally get her onto the stage and lock her in place. She's furious but I see the glint in her eyes as she watches the Peacekeepers bandage themselves up. Trying to get the ball rolling the announcer wastes no time in shouting the boy tribute's name.
"Zane Titanium! And please no more funny business!" calls the very annoyed Capitol woman. ME? Oh boy. I was hoping for a few more years of practice before I was called but I guess 3 years would do. I lumber up the stage angrily and awkwardly shake hand with the girl tribute who is still handcuffed. "Ladies and gentleman, your District Two tributes!" shouts the woman too cheerily. Hunger Games here I come.
