Author's Note: Beware, the district 6 boy is a perv.
The Reaping: District 5 (Zofia's PoV)
I absolutely loathed today. The hunger games are a cruel barbaric way of keeping power, and kids have to enter by a raffle. President Pate is just like Snow, a sick and twisted man.
I pulled on my red sweater and black dress pants. I don't care how dressed up the capitol wants us to be, never under any circumstances am I wearing a frilly skirt.
"You need to go," my younger brother Rhett called. The only reason he was fine today is because his name isn't in that glass bowl 20 times. Four for being fifteen, 16 for tesserae.
When I got to Town Square I met up with two of my friends, Corina and Lily. They we're both in dresses, although Lily seemed to be much happier in her pink one than Corina did in her red one.
"Aw I wanted you to wear a dress," Lily said disappointedly.
"I don't own a dress," I pointed out.
She pouted. "Well I want you to wear something pretty." She looked around and eventually down at her own neck. She unclasped the large diamond and placed it around my neck. "There," she said smiling.
"Lily, I couldn't," I began. The necklace was beautiful and all, but I couldn't just take it from her.
"Don't be silly," she said happily, "I want you to have it."
"It's starting," Corina pointed to the stage where our escort, Janelle Natherson was walking in inhumanly high heels. "Welcome. Let us see who will have the honor to represent district 5 in the 93rd annual hunger games," She announced, and then walked over to the girls' bowl. She rolled up her sleeves and dug into the slips of paper. "Zofia Firth," she called.
I was astonished. I hated the hunger games and I most certainly should not have to play them. When I walked onstage, I whispered to Janelle. "Killing is against my morals, so I can't compete in the games."
She merely laughed. "You don't understand. The capitol is all-powerful. You could die in the bloodbath for all we care, but you have to compete."
I wanted to retaliate, but she had already picked out the boys' name.
"Wytuss Yule."
He didn't look shocked, or mad, or scared. It was hard to tell whether he had any emotion about this at all. He shook my hand rather reluctantly, and then we had to go get ready to leave.
Like I said earlier, I absolutely loathed today.
The Reaping: District 6 (Daxon's PoV)
I stood in Town Square, only half listening to my brother. "I don't think you should be worried, this is your last reaping. I made it through all of mine safely."
I didn't care at all about what Talon had to say, I was to busy watching the district 6 escort and her fabulous curves flounce onstage. She's a total slut, but that's what I love about her. "All right, now before we start the reaping I have a video," Twyla Totkin announced. She attentively watched the capitol video. I attentively watched her low cut shirt.
After about three minutes had passed, she stepped back up to the microphone. "Okay, ladies do we have any volunteers?"
"I do," called a female voice. She stepped out of the crowd revealing a red miniskirt, fishnet tight, and a black tube top that was practically see through allowing me to see much of her dark skin. "I'm Lucinda Vanderbush and I volunteer," she said.
That girl was pure sex. I had to be with her, even if it was only for a little bit. "I volunteer," I screamed.
"What? What are you thinking," Talon exclaimed, but I just ignored him and ran onstage. "I volunteer."
"And what's your name," Twyla asked.
"Daxon Kitt," I replied firmly.
"Okay you two, shake hands."
I happily did just that.
Twyla clapped and squealed. "Isn't this exciting? For the first time ever district six has two volunteers!"
