So I decided to start the reaping while waiting for the other tributes. Hint. Hint. I also felt bad cuz this story is so behind while the other ones have at least 3 chapters. So, here it is. Ladies first.

Rosalia Nicole Mauro

Damn it. The Hunger Games reaping. It had to restart. Why couldn't the god damned Captiol idiots just stay dead or lost? I hate their mutts. The Terminators. Like the tracker jackers that killed Jason.

Poor Jason. My poor brother. He would have been 18 today. But he's dead. 4 years and I'm still not over it. I still have nightmares.

We were climbing trees in the forest on the edge of the forest. We were allowed to leave the district ever since the Capital has been toppled. Jason and I were racing to see who could reach the top faster. Of course Jason was faster. He was strong and lithe. There was a tracker jacker nest, still left here from the days of the second revolution. I had accidentally grabbed the branch that was holding the nest, in my haste to catch up with my elusive brother. The branch fell, along with the nest and me. They would've been all over me if Jason hadn't intervened. He lured them away. I was a coward. I ran. I can still hear his dying screams. When I finally worked up the courage to go back, I found his body, swollen, misshapen, dead. It was all my fault. I deserved to die, not him. Not Jason…

I snapped back to the present when Katia jumped on me. Sweet Katia. Most of the time. "More nightmares?" she asked, her lovely hazel eyes turning to liquid. I nodded unable to speak. I was nervous about the reaping, but I could tell Katia was terrified. It was her first year. "Don't worry," I murmured. "Jason will protect you. Like he protected me." Katia nodded, her eyes turning hard.

Katia was a fighter. Jason taught her well. He had taught her how to defend herself, since a tiny, petite girl like her was prone to attacks. I remembered all the times Jason had stood up for the two of us. So brave. I choked back tears.

"Children!" mother called up. "Hurry! We must go! Your father needs to be there early." Oh right. My father the mayor. He didn't even care when Jason died. When the three of us were bawling our eyes out. But, after Jason's death, I had learned to mask my emotions. Flawlessly.

"C'mon dear. Let's get dressed," I told my 'lil sis. She nodded and slipped into her lovely dress. I did my best to yank mine on. I watched myself in the mirror as I did my hair and make-up. The mayor's daughter had to look her best. I stopped, seeing my tattoo of Jason's name on my wrist. Father had blown a gasket when he found out, but who care right?

We both went downstairs and out to he town square, which we continently lived next to. I took my place with the seventeen year olds and Katia went over to her friends. She wasn't afraid. Her name was only in there once. Besides, she could fight. At least she would have a chance. I was just glad Jason had taught me how to use the knives just incase I was reaped. I knew everyone was jealous of me and no one would volunteer if I was reaped.

The escort came on stage, all bubbly and happy. Dunno why she's happy sending kids to their doom, I thought thinking of Jason. "well, ladies first," she said after going over the video and all that bull. "Katia Mauro," she exclaimed. I saw my father momentarily stiffen. No. She was my only sibling left. I couldn't loose her too. I remembered what I had told her. Jason would protect her. Well, I guess that would fall to me. Katia was almost on the stage. Before I realized what I was doing, I volunteered. Katia gave a tiny cry, but held her ground. I passed her, giving her a quick hug.

Up on stage, I could see my boyfriend Nick. His hands were clenched at his sides and I could tell he was trying hard not to swear or explode. I could tell that he was steeling himself to volunteer so he could protect me. I love him. He's so loyal and brave. But, I couldn't let someone else I loved die for me. Not like Jason.

I made eye contact with Nick and shook my head slightly. "Now honey, what's your name?" she asked sweetly. I mumbled out my name. she nodded and proceeded to drawing the boy's names. I couldn't believe her! She didn't even acknowledge my sacrifice! I briefly entertained the thought of pushing her off the stage, but that would mean embarrassment to the family. I glanced over to my parents. My father was as stone faced as ever, but my mother was silently sobbing into his shoulder.

Then came the boys. I thought Nick was going to volunteer, but before anyone could react, the tribute sprinted onto the stage. He climbed up with a triumphant smile. Nick really looked like he was going to explode. I gave him a small sad smile.

The escort quickly presented us and ushered us into the Justice Building. Away from my family and to the Huger Games. I'll won for you Jason. I'll win and come back for you Nick.

Urban Cardio

Our swords clanged against each other, me pushing hard, trying to unbalance my brother Rhon. I hated him. Brothers from the tightest bonds? What kind of shit is that? Unless competing over everything is a close bond then NOPE! It's not the friendly type of competition. It is the imma-kill-you-if-you-aren't-at-the-top-of-your-game type of competition. My dad doesn't care if Rhon hurts me. He LOVES Rhon. I'm just a mistake. A mistake that "killed" my mother. She died of sickness. I don't know why the hell da blames me. I didn't make her sick. At least, I hope not…

Da walked into the Career academy. He grabbed Rhon in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles on the top of his head. Of course, da ignored me. Why not? Da laughed. "Is my winner ready to bring pride to our family?" he crowed. Rhon nodded and laughed. "I'm ready. Though I'm not so sure 'bout wittle Urban here," he smirked. I waited for da to disagree, but, as always, he ignored me. He only has eyes for precious Rhon. I felt anger and resentment boiling over. But also loneliness. I had always strived for da's approval, but Rhon always showed me up.

Rhon and I raced home to change. But, this time I won. Agility and speed was something I was BOSS at. I beat him by a good ten feet. You would think that with Rhon's long legs he would beat me. Nope. Wrong! I barreled upstairs to find my clothes.

They were lying on my bed where I left them. This was the year. I had to go out in style and return with even more. I would make my dad proud. If I didn't get chosen, I would volunteer. Rhon won't take away my moment. He won't steal my thunder.

I slipped into my leather clothing. I was pretty casual, but I didn't care. Besides, it made me look like what the ancient North Americans called a "punk." My red Mohawk completed the look. I glanced in the mirror in the hall. The gold ring in my ear gleamed. I didn't care that only girls wore earrings. I don't give a shit about what anyone other than my dad thinks. I don't care.

Da was waiting impatiently by the door with his little big favorite son. I would prove to da that I was worthy of his attention, no matter how much I said I didn't care, no matter how much I hid it. People think I have anger issues. Denial. Nope. I just want attention. Call me a kid. Well sucks. I am one. At 16, I'm still a kid. Problem sir?

I trudged slowly behind my father and brother as we made our way to the town square. My friends Tersa and Cashe caught up with us. "Hey baby!" exclaimed Tersa hugging Rhon. I felt a flare of jealousy. I had a crush on her, but she only had eyes for stupid fucking Rhon. Cashe was my only true friend. He was more of a brother to me than Rhon. He actually did act like my big bro. Cashe and Rhon used to be best friends until Cashe found out what a bitch Rhon was being. At school, Rhon was "cool". Tersa didn't know what Rhon really was like.

Cashe hung back next to me. "Wassup bro? What you thinking?" He asked in his low drawl. I thought his way of talking was pretty coolio. A lot of girls agree. Tersa even had the hots on him for a bit. Stolen by, wait guess who, Rhon. I shrugged Cashe's question aside. "You're not still thinking of volunteering are ya?" he asked quietly. I nodded. Cashe was the only one who knew how much I hate my brother and how much I wanted da's approval. Like I said, he was more of a brother to me than goddamn Rhon.

"You fall asleep of sometihn'?" Cashe asked, jostling me with his elbow. "I asked you a question," he said again. "Huh? Oh sorry," I muttered. "Are you trying to break my ribs or something?" I asked when he nudged me again. A sly smile spread over his face. "Maybe," he said innocently. Yeah a brother.

"I'll do fine even if I volunteer. Besides, I won't let Rhon take all the glory," I growled. Cashe sighed, "When will this stupid rivalry end?" he asked. Then another smile came over his features. "Oh I get it. You want Tersa to fall for you. The victor. The hero," he said batting his lashes. I swear, for and eighteen-year-old, he sure acted more like an eight-year-old. Cashe grinned as if reading my thoughts.

Cashe, Rhon, Tersa, and I waited to check in. Guess who was last? Tersa was hanging on to Rhon flirting. She used to be so cool, and then she hit puberty and joined the many other chicks in Rhon's fan club. The other girls around us kept shooting Tersa dirty looks and trying to act hot whenever Rhon looked in their direction. Fat chance. He was wooing Tersa. He looked nowhere else. Cashe seemed to have sensed my jealousy. "S'okay man," he said. "You'll get another girl." Rhon over heard Cashe saying that. He snorted. "Wittle Urban won't ever get a girl with that wittle pouty face." He was probably right. I rarely smiled unless I was winning something. Again, almost never.

After checking in, we headed to our little sections. I begged ever god I could think of, both old and present, and of every religion I could think of to let me get chosen. It took a while since I knew a lot of gods. I couldn't beat athletic Rhon even though I was the strongest boy of my age, so I read and studied a lot. I was pretty smart.

The bouncy escort finally came on stage. She chose a little twelve-year-old girl. One of the mayor's daughters. His other one volunteered. I remembered that girl. She used to be my friend. Her brother Jason used to be friends with Rhon until they had a fight. After Rhon screwed up, she stopped talking to me. I actually missed talking to Rosalia.

Our escort finally picked out the male. "Urban Cardio," she called out. I shot up to the stage before she even finished my name. No one had a chance to volunteer. Yes! I could see Cashe in the crowd looking sad, but I knew he believed in me. Rhon and da looked like they were about to explode. Haha! I nodded to Rosalia. She didn't respond, staring at her boyfriend Nick as if she were telepathically communicating with him. Oh well.

The escort and peacekeepers ushered us inside. To the Huger Games. I'll make my father proud and give him the home in Victor's village that he always wanted. I'll win for him.

There is D2 reaping. Review! I still need like two more. Check my profile for which ones. D3 coming up soon.