Raycheal Zanderlin POV

I woke up this morning and today was the dreaded Reaping Day. A day for repercussions for all of us, because of what district 13 did. We do not deserve this, the Capitol killed all of them, and now we're the ones who have to pay for the hell that they caused. I dragged by 5' 6" frame out of my bed, and went over to the mirror. I admired my tan skin and beautiful features like my waist length chocolate coloured hair and my beautiful eyes. I knew that this could easily be the last time I looked in the mirror.

I put on my V-neck spaghetti strap ankle-length purple dress. I think about what would happen if I was in these games. I would be with all non-careers, I would show them up. If I made it to the final two with one of my allies, I couldn't kill them, I could never kill a friend. I can't imagine being a career, a ruthless killer, no mercy whatsoever. No, I would be me, a loveable and friendly person, that surely would help me get sponsors.

I walked out of my house and down to the Reaping. Our escort Maya Valeen walked onto the stage with a super peppy attitude, did she get plastic surgery to always have a smile on? It must hurt to always smile. She was dressed in one of the weirdest Capitol "fashions" I had ever seen.

"Welcome to the district 3 reaping for the 57th annual hunger games!" She starts to talk and I just start to dream off. "Now, on to our tributes!" I quickly snap out of my daydream. "Our female tribute is Stella Velence!" Oh no, Stella is 3 months pregnant.

"I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute!" Before I know it I'm yelling that at the top of my lungs. I walk up to the stage and finally realise how tall her stilettos really are.

"Now, what is your name dear?" She asks me.

"My name is Raycheal Zanderlin"

"Well, Raycheal, congratulations, you are now going to be a part of the 57th annual hunger games!"

Snyder Consel P.O.V.

I wake up to my sister Rossa yelling "Get up already!"

I dragged my 5'9" frame out of my bed, yay, today is the reaping, I'm so excited to see everyone I can't stand all together in the town square. I grabbed my white button down shirt and put on my dark blue pants, I could hear so many people talking in the loudest possibly way, all that I could think was shut the hell up!

I walked down to the town square and saw everyone again, I walked up to the check in desk.

"Name?" the peace keeper asked coldly.

"Snyder Consel."

"Finger." I gave him my hand and felt the faintest prick on my right index finger. I walked forward and found myself in the fifteen year old section, with all of my old "friends" from school. I don't even want to look at them. I stood there and watched Maya Valeen prance onto the stage in her unusually high heels what were they like ten inches? Whatever, she goes on and on about how the Capitol has helped us so much and all that crap, I can't even listen, I think she even smiles when she's talking, I bet that hurts. Capitol people are screwed up, in the head.

"Now onto our male tributes," she puts her hand in what looked to me like a giant fishbowl and pulled out a piece of paper. "Alexander Marlin."

"I volunteer!" I screamed nearly as loud as I could. I walked up to the stage surrounded by peace keepers.

"What is your name young man?" She asked me.

"Snyder Consel and I'm going to win these games."

"Well there you have it, our two tributes from district three for the 57th annual hunger games, Raycheal Zanderlin and Snyder Consel, happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favour"