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District 1
Ryder Young (18)
I wake up and look right to the mirror by my bed. Even with bedhead, I'm drop dead gorgeous. That's why I had to move out. My parents felt inferior compared to me every day. They don't even live in District 1 anymore. After I got my own house, they moved to District 9 and became peacekeepers.
I walk downstairs and prepare my meal for the day. It'll be the only one I prepare. My other meals will be prepared by the capital. That's right ladies and gentlemen. I'm volunteering for the Games. And I will be the leader of the career pack. Anyone who tries to say differently should look forward to dying sooner than usual.
I go back upstairs and prepare for the reaping. My tan, muscular arms are shown off of course. First impressions are everything. My dark brown hair is brushed and every hair stays in perfect position. My grey eyes gleam at me. The freckles across my nose remind me of every girl who's fallen in love with me and been turned down.
I head to the reaping. This is my year. Eighteen years old. Winner. Victor. I can picture myself with the Victor's crown on my head and a gorgeous girl beside me. Of course, we'd get married and she would be a slave of love to me. The escort for District 1, Hanna, rummages around in the girl's bowl, but I barely pay attention. I don't care if one of them survives.
Finally, the boys. Hanna pulls out a slip of paper. "Trevor-" "I volunteer!" I cut across her. She grins childishly as I mount the stage. Probably just shocked by my looks.
Zachary Hutchinson (18)
Today is the day. The day I go to the Hunger Games and either die like my sister or live with so much more honor than I have.
I live alone. I moved out of my parents' house last month and it was the best choice I ever made. My family is probably the most gorgeous family in all of District 1. So that means all of Panem. My parents are gorgeous. The same thing for my siblings, Roger, who's 16 and Alina who's 19. My sister Emily was possibly the most beautiful girl in all of Panem. She would be 22 now, but she died when she was 18, in the Hunger Games. She was the only one to understand me. And that reminds me to tell you that I have a birth defect. My face isn't exactly formed as it's supposed to. That's why my family hates me so much. They think I disgrace them or something.
That's why my sister was such a relief to me. She talked to me when no one else would. She would help me with my homework. She fought my bullies. She loved me. Then the stupid games took her away from me. They can just put me where they put Emily.
But back to reality. I realize tears have formed in my deformed eyes, so I clean myself up and head to the reaping. I weather the usual jeers, but today they don't make as much of a difference. I can't completely explain why. Maybe because I don't have to think about them anymore. They'll all be glad when I volunteer.
At the reaping, the girls are reaped then I muster up my own courage. "Trevor-" "I volunteer!" another voice calls from the eighteen year old section, very close to me. I recognize the boy, but his name doesn't seem to come in my mind. Our escort starts to call another name. "I volunteer!" I yell. I walk up to the stage and face the crowd. Many people are whispering to each other and one particularly unashamed person laughs cruelly. But four faces I manage to find in the crowd upset me the most. My parents, Roger, and Alina wear varying looks of dislike, anger, and relief that I assume is due to the fact that I will probably die. I'm glad they at least remember who I am. Maybe they will feel a little remorse when I die.
Bronze Kolev (17)
I watch my spear leave my hand as it rushes toward the dummy. There's a sickening squelching noise as fake blood pours out of the chest. Only the target parts of the dummy bleed. A spurt of blood to reward my aim seems a good way to end the training day. I have to get ready for the reaping now anyway.
I walk home and get dressed for the reaping. A sense of excitement enters me as I look in the mirror. This is how the capital will first see me. I am the chosen volunteer. I'm that good. Unfortunately, they chose me before they announced the theme for the quarter quell, so they only chose me. Or perhaps not unfortunate. It might be easy for me to beat them if they're simple amateurs.
My sister, Tiara, walks into my room.
"Breakfast is ready, Bronze," she says, barely looking at me. She's fourteen and she's just started getting the stereotypical teenager attitude. I eat my breakfast, but I look forward to the capital meals and the adoring fans.
I strut toward the reaping. A girl named Larken stares at me as I pass. She's been in love with me for forever, but I'll only love the girl who wins with me... if she's lucky.
The girls are reaped and I notice Larken doesn't volunteer. Her chances with me are officially over. Like she had any in the first place.
I ready myself to volunteer. Our escort goes to the microphone, "Trevor-" "I volunteer!" My body fills with anger. Who dares to volunteer when they haven't even trained? When they haven't been chosen? The escort starts to call another name. "I volunteer!" a boy yells. I recognize him as soon as I see him. He's the ugliest boy in District 1. I feel ashamed that the capital had to see this.
I'm shaking with fury and before our escort even has time to read the open the slip of paper, I volunteer. I strut up to the stage and hear a few cheers. District 1 now has a chance.
Silver Aquamarine Doswell (16)
I wake up and stretch my arms. This is it, reaping day. Most career tributes would be in the training center right now, but my private trainer told me just to get some rest.
My reaping dress lays spread out on the floor where I left it last night. I put it on (it's silver of course), put on my silver and aquamarine necklace, and pull my waist-length, brown hair back with two silver clips.
I wake up my little sister, Moonstone, and help her find and outfit for the reaping. She's only 12, so she wanted some help. Then, I head downstairs where my three older sisters, Holiday, Sweet, and Honor, sit at the breakfast table. Holiday is 18, Sweet is 20, and Honor is 21. My littlest sister, Glitter, then walks down the stairs and gasps.
"You look like princesses!" she says excitedly to Holiday and me. Glitter is only 7. She joins us at the table where we eat a great breakfast and head out to the reaping.
I hold Glitter's hand, but halfway there, I see Ivory. Ivory is a boy my age who's totally gorgeous.
I've had a crush on him forever. My friends always say he likes me, but from what I can tell he doesn't have time for me. I wave at him as we pass, but he just barely nods and goes back to talking to another girl.
My heart drops slightly and I hurry on Glitter, so we can get to the reaping faster.
I register and stand in the crowd waiting anxiously. I shoot glances at Ivory, but he just looks at the girl he was talking to earlier.
"And without further ado, the girls..." our escort, Hanna says.
"Moonstone Doswell!" she calls out.
I look up from my attempt to make eye contact with Ivory. Moonstone is shakily making her way up the stage. I meant to wait longer for effect, but I can't let my sister go into the Hunger Games when I was going to go anyway.
"I volunteer!" I shout. As I make my way up the stage steps, Ivory tries to make eye contact with me, but this time, I avoid it. I can't stop loving him, that's true, but maybe he ought to know what it feels like to be rejected for a change.
Christine Hermosa (17)
"Thank you for coming. Please come back soon!" I say cheerfully to a client. I follow her to the door and flip the store sign to Closed. I work at my family pet shop. My father is really strict about boys, so my pets are really my special friends. I have giant goldfish and turtles. There are also other rare creatures, so my family is on the wealthy side.
Sea creatures are really rare outside of District 4, so whoever started this shop who knows when was really smart.
I walk over to my pet friends and say goodbye to all of the before I leave to head to my home. When I walk out the door, someone yells, "Here comes ugly Christine!"
I let it roll off my back. I think I'm very pretty actually. I know it seems conceited, but I have long black hair and darker skin. People laugh at me because I'm not the classic blonde of District 1. I don't care. I've studied my family history and I come from a place called Asia. Well, my very ancient ancestors at least. This was from before the original rebellion. I still speak another language that very few people speak. I believe it comes from my ancestors as well.
When I get ready for the reaping, I put on an ancient chunky emerald necklace. It was a gift from my grandmother who got it from her grandmother and so on.
I go downstairs where my mother has pancakes on the table. I make a face. There's no syrup. "Syrup's in the cabinet," my mother calls over her shoulder.
I wipe the look off my face and go get the syrup. I try not to be so snobbish, but I get it from my father a little.
On the way to the reaping, a boy calls over to me and tells me I look pretty.
"Keep your eyes on something else!" my father yells.
I blush deeply. My father tends to do that a lot. He's really protective, so it happens a lot.
At the reaping, I separate from my family and go to my section. The video is boring and someone volunteers immediately like usual. But then, something unusual happens. My name is called.
I shrug to one of my friends looking at me, panic-stricken. I walk bravely up to the stage. I wait for a volunteer. No one volunteers.
I have a moment of panic as they move on, but then I become rather excited. The Hunger Games could be a new adventure. I'm glad I said goodbye to my fish friends, but maybe I'll enjoy doing this.
Beauty Hyel (16)
I wake up staring into my eyes. Or my twin sister's eyes anyway, which are exactly like mine. Admire, my sister, has climbed onto my bed and is excitedly shaking me awake.
"Today's the day you're volunteering!" Admire says excitedly.
"You know..." I trail off.
"What, Beauty?"
"I've changed my mind. I don't want to volunteer," I say sheepishly.
"Beauty! You told everyone you'd volunteer! Now they're going to be upset with you."
"They won't care that much, Admire. Anyone who knows me, knows I change my mind a lot. They'll have expected this anyway."
Admire laughs and goes to get dressed.
She puts on an ice blue dress that matches her eyes. It has a powder pink sash and powder pink heels to go with it. I walk over to the dresser and get out my outfit. My dress is the opposite of hers. It's powder pink with ice blue heels and a sash to go with it.
Admire is really my life. We complete each other and couldn't live without each other.
We've both trained really hard for the Hunger Games. I was going to volunteer this year and she was going to volunteer when she turned 18, but I just feel like I can wait until I'm 17. An extra year of training certainly won't do any harm. Admire actually needs the training though. She tries so hard, but she just can't completely get any certain skill. She wants it, I know she does, just not yet.
Downstairs, my mom puts up Admire's hair, then she moves onto me. We never get tired of matching. I don't know why, but we just don't. Our hair is pulled up with clips, a simple, but elegant hairdo.
On the way to the reaping, our friends, Lulu, Katrina, Satin, Emerald, and Dazzle join us. Dazzle is Admire's closest friend and Satin is mine. Lulu, Katrina and Emerald have been part of our group for just as long though.
"Are you ready to volunteer?" Satin asks me.
"Well..." I have such trouble telling people I don't want to volunteer.
"She changed her mind," Admire says.
"Again?" Lulu asks.
"Yeah... I just don't want to do it this year. Probably next year," I say.
"Maybe," Dazzle says. Everyone laughs and I join in. Admire was right, they expected me to do this.
We walk to our section and all stand together. A girl volunteers and a girl is reaped. I don't even consider going up for her. She looks strong enough and I can just wait until next year.
Finally the last name is called, "Admire Bl-" "I volunteer!" I shout.
No way is Admire going in when I meant to volunteer anyway. But as I walk up to the stage, I realize it wasn't going to be Admire. At least not my Admire. Admire Bl- is NOT Admire Hyel.
I feel like laughing. Obviously, the universe wanted me to volunteer. When I stand on the stage, I look at Admire who looks horrified. I catch her eye and give a little smile and nod to show that I'm fine with it.
She smiles at me slightly, but she still looks queasy. I think about living without her and make a mental promise to win, so she doesn't have to live without me.
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-TheUglyDuckling492