Hey! Couple of questions:

1) Any thoughts on the arena? Nothing from the 75th or 74th please.

2) Any thoughts on outfits for both Percy and Annabeth? Something that goes with their district please!

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Chapter 3-Percy

In my dream, it looked like I was watching TV, or at least a talk show of some sort because there were two guys sitting at a gray desk, like they were news anchors.

The guy on the right had on a black suit and had tall blue hair pulled back into a bun. The one on the left wore a weird, black and white-patterned suit and had really curly, poofy blonde hair that was parted down the middle.

"Ah, the boy from District 4. What was his name again?" Said the blue-haired dude.

"Perseus Jackson," replied the blonde dude. "Mm, yes. His reaping was quite comical, wasn't it?"

Reaping? I got reaped? By who? The prophecy was already complete and it wasn't my soul that was reaped! And why was it comical? I tried not to freak out, but it was kind of hard.

"Yes, yes it was." The blonde dude said with a laugh. "It was probably one of the most memorable reapings I've ever seen."

"Now we'll just have to wait and see if he'll be just as clueless in the arena."

Arena? What arena? Did I make the basketball team? I didn't even try out for basketball! And what did that have to do with being reaped?

Then, the scene cut to a shot of me standing among a bunch of teenagers I didn't recognize that were wearing 1950's clothing.

I raised my hand slowly, as if I wasn't sure I wanted to follow through with the choice or I didn't really know what to do. "I, uh, volunteer?" I called hesitantly.

What? What in the world did that have to do with being reaped? Ugh, this is really confusing me.

Suddenly I woke up. It wasn't the usual jolt after a nightmare, but more of a calm awakening. I have no idea why, but me being reaped was definitely not on my list of top ten most pleasant dreams.

I sat up and surveyed my surroundings. Straight out in front of me, glittering blue-green waves lapped the shore of the powdery-white, sandy beach that I was laying on. To my left, the beach looked like it went on forever. On my right, there was a huge port crowded with fishing boats. It reminded me of the time I went on vacation to Florida's amazing east coast (guess where I'm from!) with my mom. Overhead, the sun was shining and the clouds, if any, were little wisps.

Standing, I brushed off the sand that clung to my clothes and hair. I turned my back to the sea and walked up the beach toward a little pathway in between a clump of sea grapes (I have no idea whether or not some of you know this and I'm not trying to insult your intelligence, but in case you're not from a place where these grow, they are trees that produce grapes, not just grapes, so yeah...).

Once I emerged on the other side, I came face-to-face with a giggly teenage girl with sun-bleached blonde hair and hazel eyes, and a guy about my age with light brown hair and emerald green eyes probably a shade or two darker than my own.

"There you are Percy!" The guy exclaimed. He had a pretty deep voice and it was very smooth. I could almost hear the Aphrodite girls swooning.

"Yeah, we thought we lost you!" I turned my attention to the bubbly, blonde girl causing her to blush and giggle. Did the Stoll brothers draw a Harry Potter scar and glasses on my face again? Did I forget to put pants on today?

"Dude, come on! Don't want to be late for the reaping! Jayce will have all our heads!" The guy said and started pulling the girl along. And there that word was again: reaping. Why wouldn't they want to be late for that?

Blondie (I decided to call her Blondie until I found out her name) chuckled, "Jeez, Damon, I'm coming!"

"You better be, Nyla!" The guy teased with a smirk on his face.

So Blondie was Nyla and the dude was Damon. Good to know.

I raced after them, taking in my surroundings as I went. I appeared to be in some sort of fishing town because, as we raced along the coast, I could see fishing boats of all kinds- long liners, trawlers, you name it. The buildings were pretty clean and orderly and the houses, all with many windows opened to let the sunlight in, seemed like your typical beach cottage just a little less extravagant.

Finally, we made it to what I presumed was the town center. The center was in the shape of a square with a huge building front-and-center with the words 'Hall of Justice' across the top. Shops jutted out from the side of the Hall of Justice like arms spread as if they wanted to give us all a hug. Attached to the Hall of Justice, there was a large stage. On it were four chairs, two huge glass bowls filled with confetti, and a podium (which just made me think of boring school lectures). In front of the stage was a grid of roped off sections where hundreds of kids were standing. Some guys in storm trooper costumes were standing around random places. They were some pretty sad costumes. I mean, they didn't even look like storm troopers!

Anyway, Damon and Nyla pulled me over to a table with a lady behind it. They each said their name and age and got their finger pricked. I followed their lead.

Nyla parted ways with us at the third roped off area from the front and went to stand with some other girls. Damon led me to the guys section.

As soon as I stepped across the rope, the clock chimed. Ten annoying tolls later, this dude walked up on stage. He rambled on for a while about some extremely boring information about his place called Panem yada, yada, yada. I picked up a bit of valuable information, though. This was not a real reaping. Thank goodness! That's about it for the stuff I learned. I was right about the boring lectures.

He (thankfully) went to go sit in one of the chairs, but his presence was replaced by the creepiest guy I've ever seen. Ever. And that's saying something.

This guy had spiky vibrant blue hair that was at least a foot tall with sparkles sprinkled throughout. His eyes were, legit, white except for the pupil. He wore a dark purple suit that covered most of his skin, but I could still see little silver tattoos peeking out on his hands and neck. He wore makeup, which I thought was odd enough, but add to that eyebrows that curled up off of his face. They kind of reminded me of Hook's mustache in the movie Hook. He was kind of short, but that was probably a good thing seeing as if he was taller, he wouldn't be able to go through any doors without ducking because his hair is so tall.

"Happy Hunger Games!" He announced in a totally high-pitched voice that didn't go with his outfit at all. "And may the odds be ever in your favor."

"As always," he continued, "ladies first." He went over to the huge glass bowl on the right and I realized that instead of confetti, there were hundreds of little slips of paper inside. Dang it. I could really go for a party right now.

He snatched up a paper and unfolded it. "Hardie Lickprivick."

A girl that looked probably fourteen was escorted by storm troopers to the stage.

"Would anyone like to volunteer?" The weird dude (I'm going to call him Spike) asked. Volunteers? I thought back to my dream. Did that mean now? Eh, what the heck?

I raised my hand slowly and said uncertainly, "I, uh, volunteer?"

Spike looked surprise, but it melted off of his face in an instant and was replaced by humor. What was so funny? There were a few chuckles around the square, but a lot of people just looked really dismal.

Spike decided to rephrase his question, "Would any girl like to volunteer?" I could feel my ears burning up as realization dawned on me. Nyla was shaking her head at me.

"No one?" Spike wondered. "Then now will be the young gentlemen's turn."

He sauntered over the the glass bowl on the left and stuck his hand in it. He swished the papers around for a while, trying to draw out the suspense. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute or so, he grabbed a paper and unfolded it, reading the name aloud.

How was it? I tried to include a little more humor this chapter, but I don't know.

Also, has anyone teen to Camp Woodward in Pennsylvania? Just wondering.

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