Lillianne

The morning of the reaping, I woke up screaming. Rosalinda wasn't in the bed next to mine, she must have been kept up too long with my night terrors.

My mother, who's a healer, constantly asks if I'm just nervous about the reaping. Honestly? Awake or asleep, even the mere thought of the reaping brings screaming out of my mouth.

I walked downstairs to see my father back from his (very illegal) hunting. I ran over to hug him.

"Hey little Lilly! Ready for your birthday?" He said.

I smiled. "Yes!"

"What do you want for your birthday?" Mom asked from where she was hand washing laundry.

"To not be reaped probably." Julia said gloomily from the table.

"And," I stated. "To go hunting with Dad after the reaping."

Dad looked happy at that thought, neither Julia or Rosalinda expressed the idea of learning to hunt. Ever.

Mom on the other hand, looked very distraught.

"Hunting?" She asked.

"Yeah. It'd be good to learn." I responded.

"I don't think it's a good idea. Your a young lady."

At this, Rose piped up.

"Mom, you said that when your dad died," She glanced at Dad too. "If Aunt Katniss hadn't learned to hunt when Grandpa was alive, you would've starved."

"Same goes for Dad. Uncle Gale had to start hunting to feed you guys." I added.

"And then if he didn't, you'd die and we'd never be born. The end." Julia stated.

"I'm not going to argue with you. Go if you want." Mom sighed and went back to laundry.

Marcus

I woke up to a knock outside my door. I opened it to find an avox with a tray full of food.

Of course, my mother must've ordered a breakfast in bed for me.

I'm used to a pampered life such as avoxes but I'm not soft. Quite the opposite. Ever since the law by Grandfather was passed that Capitol children would compete in the games, I was training for the games in District One.

I took the tray and placed it on the bed then go to get ready.

The Capitol reapings are last so we can watch all the District ones first.

I finished getting ready, sat on my bed with the food, and turned on the TV.

The District 1 reaping was on right then.

It was very early in the morning so quite a few of the twelve-year-olds were half asleep.

The escort walked up to the stage, "Welcome to the 99th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor."

They read the treaty and watched the video, etcetera etcetera. Finally the escort announced, "Ladies first!"

She pulled out a name from the very full jar. "Jewel Montgomery."

She walked up to the stage. She was sixteen, had long blonde hair, bright brown eyes, and a facial expression that you know she'll kill you if you look at her wrong.

Then the boys, "Jackson Rylie."

Jackson has a shaved head and blue eyes. He exuded so much confidence.

Then District 2 came on.

It was a fourteen year old girl and eighteen year old boy.

District 3, a twelve year old girl (A very loud gasp was released) and a seventeen year old boy.

District 4 had a thirteen year old that I think was named Miley and another thirteen year old named Scott.

Soon, District 12 was on and I knew that I need to head down to the public square myself.

Lillianne

I stood with the other twelve year olds, eager to start and get it over with.

My family lived in the merchant class area of District 12. My mother was a successful apothecary and ran a shop. My grandmother occasionally stopped by to help but she never stayed long.

Mom said that we reminded Grandma too much of Mom and Katniss when they were our ages.

We read through the boring video and treaty, had the victors (There are only been two that are still alive.) come up, and now the escort, Saralina Bluebell has come up.

"Welcome to the 99th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." She said cheerfully.

She had gold bracelets all over her arms and blue hair braided down her back.

"First the girls." She reached into the jar and pulled out a tiny slip of paper.

"Lillianne Hawthorne."

There was a gasp just like whenever a twelve year old is picked.

I was well known around the district. I grew plants like no one would believe and often gave out edible plants I had in my garden around the Seam.

I stepped up to where Saralina was and saw the angry look on Dad's face and the sad face of Mom.

Dad was looking straight at Julia and Mom was most likely seeing herself called in the 74th Hunger Games. She said that Aunt Katniss volunteered to take her place.

"Next for the boys." The escort walked over to the second jar.

"Jake Mellark."

I saw a blonde boy with blue eyes come up. He's fourteen years old and the nephew of Peeta Mellark. Peeta had also been killed for the rebellion.

He glanced at me and I knew that he recognized me. As Katniss' niece, as the girl with flowers, and just another twelve year old from school.

"We have a good pair this year." Saralina said brightly. "What do you think Eleanor?"

Eleanor Fitzgerald is the youngest victor of District 12, having won five years ago. "I suppose. The little one could have a bit more meat on her bones though."

I knew the Capitol audience was laughing at that after all, it was a common joke that District 12 tributes were scrawny.

I look at Jake. The nephew of Peeta Mellark. And mentally looked at myself, niece of Katniss Everdeen. Both were lovers who were executed for inciting a rebellion.

Was the reaping rigged so that we were both chosen?

Marcus

I stood in shock. They just announced the names of the District 12 tributes over the speakers. Hawthorne and Mellark. Both rang a bell.

I knew that Grandfather had mentioned them before.

Then I got it. Gale Hawthorne and Peeta Mellark. Both executed for a rebellion. Funny coincidence.

The escort walked up. His name was Jaque Monroe.

"Welcome to the 99th Annual Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

He walked over to the bowls.

"First the girls." He reached in. "Celeste Jones."

A petite girl with short ringlets of curls going down her back walked up. I believe she was fifteen.

"Now the boys." One. Just one said Marcus Cornelius Snow on it. The odds are in my favor today.

"Marcus Cornelius Snow."

I froze, not knowing what to think. Suddenly my legs started working slowly. I walked up to the podium and shook hands with Celeste, knowing I'll have to kill her.

She tried to give me a faint smile but it looked more like a cry for help then reassurance.

Soon we were rushed to the Presidents, my Grandfathers, house. The Capitol has no Justice building.

Hi! Sorry I haven't updated quicker, today's my birthday so I watrap ending the day with my mom. Okay, don't forget to review! And may the odds be ever in your favor! ~Moonlet Nerd