HEY! ARE YOU READY FOR THE GAMES? Well too bad… You have to wait through the Reaping, the interview, the opening ceremony, the training, THEN the games. But it's gonna be maybe, 40 chapters or more? Put into perspective that 12 districts, each one having to go through the 4 different sections, and then the Games in it's own long power, then possibly interviews from family in the top eight, and then the winner, the ceremonies, and possibly a sequel about that tribute. Who knows. :D Anyways, LET'S START THE REAPINGS! And may the luck be EVER in your favor! :D

District 1, Day of the Reaping

*13 year old Abbi Martins*

I sigh. It's been a year since President Campbell was elected President and started this. I hate him, and if I ever get picked for the games, I will do anything to show I'm not just part of their games. I was only about 11 when the rebellion started in Egypt. Who would have thought one small country would make a huge country like the United States crumble? I slowly roll out of my bed and walk down to my kitchen. Everything seems normal. It feels like another day before the rebellion. But it isn't. I live in Panem, and I have a chance to go to a bloody battle. My little 6 year old sister, Camille walk down the stairs and plops next to me on the living room couch. She takes the remote control and turns on the Television, hoping to get at least a few morning cartoons, but just finds more Capitol crap. I sigh and take the controller from her and turn it off. She sighs. I walk into the kitchen and make myself a bowl of cereal when I see a note from Mom and Dad. I pick it up, and read it aloud.

"Dear Abbi and Camille,

We needed to head into town to help Grandma get ready for the Reapings, so we hope you two can get ready on your own. Abbi, your dress is in your closet, and Camille's dress is in the bathroom hanging up. We will meet you both at the Reapings. Love, Mom and Dad"

"Abbi, it's eleven o' clock." Camille says, looking at the clock. I quickly jug down my cereal, make toast for Camille, and while she eats I run upstairs and take a shower before walking to my room to find a silky turquoise spaghetti strap dress that falls to my knees. I look in my mirror and smile. I dry my brunette hair and put it in a high bun and let two strands fall down in front of my ears. I gently curl the two strands and as a finishing touch, I put a Lilac in my hair. I slip on my flats, and pick up Camille's dress baby pink dress before walking down stairs. I help her put it on, and slip on her ballet flats. I curl her chest length blonde hair into gentle curls, then straighten her hair to add waviness to it. I then put it into a low pony and drape it over her left shoulder. She looks in the mirror and beams.

"Wowie. Abbi, I look so pretty! But you look even prettier!" Camille smiles. I bend down next to her and hug her. I'm tall for my age, being 5'5'' by age 12, and now, a year and 3 inches later, almost as tall as my Dad. I finally clip on my lucky necklace that has a peace sign on the front. I put in my red gem earrings in, and I take Camille's hand before walking to the Town square. I find my parents, hand Camille over to them, hug the 3 of them, and walk to the 13 year old girl's section. I find my best friend Amber, and stand next to her. A pink haired Petite woman walks out onto the stage and begins to say a long speech that I didn't bother listening to, and she walked over to the Girl's reaping ball.

"Ladies first!" She pipes. I smirk at her freakiness, and watch her pull out a name.

"Abigail Martins!" She squeals. My heart sinks into my stomach, and I slowly walk onto the stage. I look in the crowd for my family, and I see them, Camille crying hysterically, and my parents trying to calm her and hold back tears. I stand on the stage, waiting for her to call the boy tribute.

"Cole Rucker!" She exclaims. Who the heck is he? I watch him walk on stage from the 15 year old section. Tall like me, black hair, and sea blue eyes. I shake his hand, and can't stop thinking how hot he is. The escort asks for a round of applause for the two tributes before we are escorted to the Capitol building.

I wait, and soon, my parents walk in, Camille holding onto my mother's dress. Her eyes, a deep red from crying, and her cheeks stained. I stand up and hug her, and feel my heart breaking. I may not see her again.

"Please come home Abby!" She cries.

"I will, I promise." I say, giving her wry smile. I put her down, and hug my parents.

"I love you guys, and I will do whatever it takes to get home. I promise." I say. They nod, and too soon the peacekeepers come to tell them the time is up. They let my next guests in, Amber, and my other best friend, Kenny. I jump up and hug them, and we all cry.

"You have to come home, Abbi. Please." They whisper. I nod. Amber turns to me, kisses my forehead, and smiles.

"I know you, you're a tough girl. And you've read the book, right? You know everything." She smiles before leaving.

"Kenny I-" I am cut off by him pressing his lips to mine. I feel dizzy, knowing my best friend since pre-school is kissing me. He breaks away, and smiles.

"Good luck Abbi." He smiles before kissing my nose and leaving. I sit down, shocked. I wait for others, and nobody comes. Right as I am about to leave, the daughter of the Mayor, Amy, comes in.

"Amy?" I ask, confused. It's not like I don't like her, she's nice. But I'm just surprised, we don't know each other very well.

"Yeah. Okay, listen, you can bring one thing to the arena, so here." She says, locking a necklace around my neck. I look at it, and it is a gold heart.

"Thanks Amy." I smile. She nods and leaves. I'm taken out of the Capitol building, and I am put onto a train with… Cole? Yeah, Cole. I watch District One disappear, and I sigh. I may never see it again. I blow that out of my mind. I will. I'll make sure.

District 1; Day of Reaping

*15 year old Cole Rucker*

I rolled out of my bed. Well, more like flopped. I felt the hard ground below me, and sighed. I lifted my head up, only to bang it on my bedside.

"Damn thing," I mutter. I look up, and my 5 year old brother watches me.

"Why are you on the floor?" He asks.

"Because it stole my muffin so I tackled it!" I snap.

"Don't be mean just because you might have a chance to go to the games!" He says before leaving. God that kid is annoying! I roll up, and walk down to the kitchen.

"Morning." I mumble before grabbing an apple and walking outside. I need some air. I walk down to my favorite area in the district, the hill, and sit. I eat my apple, and jump when I see a dog run by, and dog catcher on its tail.

"Wait! That's my dog!" I say.

"Son, don't you know better than letting it be loose?" The dog catcher says. I nod, and take the dog.

"Hi big fella. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I smile. It licks my cheek, and I laugh. I may be 15, but I have a soft side for animals. I would probably die in the Games if I had the option to hunt, or die. But, I would be able to use the animals for my good. I look at my cracked watch, and see it's almost time for reaping. I sigh, and walk home, the dog following close behind.

"Mom! I got another one!" I say.

"Aww! What a cutie! Alright, bring him into the barn." My mom says, admiring the dog. We save dogs from shelters and experimenting, than let people adopt them. I nod, and bring him over to the barn with about a dozen other dogs. We hire people to take care of them when we can't, and it gives people a job other than jewelry. I walk into my bedroom soon after, and change into a regular grey polo shirt and some kakis. I walk down stairs, and my mom and I walk to the town. She walks one of the dogs, a little puppy, and I just think. I sign in, and I wait. My friends and I make small talk, but nothing is going to be able to calm the nerves today. I see the mayor walk up, I ignore the speech, but I don't ignore when our small pink haired escort walks on stage. "Ladies first!" She chirps. She walks to the girl's reaping ball, and picks out a name.

"Abigail Martin!" She exclaims. I watch a tall girl walk onto the stage, and she stands there, horrified. I can tell she looks at her family, and she sighs. The escort walks to the boy's reaping ball, and pulls out a name.

"Cole Rucker!" She exclaims. Great. I walk up onto the stage, head high, and she just stands there. I shake her hand, and I wonder how my mother will last. The escort asks for a round of applause, and then we are dragged off to the Captiol building.

My mother comes in first, and I move over on the couch while she weeps.

"Please, I need you to come home." She weeps. "You're the last thing I have worth living for." I wish I could promise her I will come home, but the problem is, there is a 1 to 24 chance I will come home.

"I will try my best mom. I will." She kisses my forehead, and leaves. I sigh. I'm on the verge of tears, I really don't think anyone else will come, and I'm right. I'm whisked off to the train, and I watch out the window with Abbi, seeing District one. One of us, or neither of us, will ever see District 1 again.

What did you guys think? Okay, so you have learned about Abbi and Cole, so now get ready, because soon, you will learn about Samantha and Logan, our District 2 tributes! Now, you may choose to send your points to Abbi and Cole, or wait, and see the other sweet, or sicko, people!

Question:

1: What was the name of the Peacekeeper training area in District 2 in Mocking Jay?

Bonus: Why was Gale Whipped in Catching Fire? And who stopped the whipping? (Easy :D)