Here is District Two's Reapings! :D Author's note at the bottom! Enjoy!

District Two Reapings-
Hew Lolli

"Hew! Focus!" Carlson, my instructor barks from across the room of the bleach white training room, "The Reapings are in two hours, and you're showing me that you do not have what it takes to win. You will never be as ready as your cousin, Clove was."

I snarl at his words and toss my small, lethal knife down at my foot, "Shut up, you old hag. I am ready, and I will win to avenge Clove. You'll see."

"Keep that attitude up, and you'll be a dead ringer for the careers. But throw more knives, I want to see you try to win."

I roll my bright green eyes, pick up the knife by my foot and walk to the target, setting it on hard. The dummies all come out of line and start moving quickly, as if they were tributes running.

I grip the blade of my first knife, and throw it at the first dummy, hitting it right in the forehead. Smirking, I throw the other knives at the dummies, one at a time, and they all hit the dummies right in the heart. As soon as the last knife entered the last dummy they stop moving. A laugh escapes my throat as I cross my arms across my black V-neck shirt.

"Not bad, Hew. But I expect even more accuracy in the games. Now go, it's already eleven." Carlson says, "I hope to see you on the train back." He walks over to the dummies and rips all the gleaming knives out of the dummies chests.

Carlson was an old victor from District two, and he was possibly the best teacher in the district. He trained my cousin, Clove, but apparently didn't do good enough at it. The bleached white walls seem to glow as I leave, grabbing my bag that was propped against the door.

As soon as I walk outside, the bright sun starts heating up my skin. The small paved road that I'm on is strangely empty despite being very crowded on a normal day.

Peacekeepers marched down the streets, and a few families are on their porches. Smiling to myself I think, 'Last time in District two before I'm a victor.'

"Hew… Hey, Hew!" I roll my eyes at the voice and continue walking, ignoring her. "Hew…"

"What do you want, Taibia?" I spit at the tall red head girl who was running to catch up to me.

"Hey! Been training?" She asks, gasping, "Are you going to volunteer this year?"

"We've been over this already, Taibia. I train every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I'm going to volunteer and I am going to avenge Clove." I mutter to the clueless Taibia who has a smile plastered to her pale face. She knows about Clove, everyone in the District does! We are forced to watch the seventy-fourth Hunger Games every year because of 'The Star Crossed Lovers of District Twelve- Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.'

Every year I must see Clove have her head smashed in by Thresh, the District Eleven male that year. I must be tortured by her screams, "Cato! Cato!" The helpless looks in her eyes as she realises she's going to die; she's never coming back home. She was going to die in the arena, be forced to die. We must see Katniss and Peeta attempt double suicide every year and then being rescued.

"Clove? Oh yeah, your cousin." Taibia rambles. Taibia is a clueless girl in my year at school that always wanted to know the gossip to everything. Everyone loves her and seem to never notice all her gossiping. She is friendly overall, but I don't care for her ditzy and clueless attitude. I would prefer my friends Marcia and Redd.

"Yes my cousin." I snap, "Look. I have to go. See you at the Reapings, Taibia."

I run off in the direction of my house and lose sight of Taibia as I cross over the hill. The dark green leaves that decorated the trees by the sidewalks wave in the wind. The wind also blows through my hair twisting it and making it go everywhere. A small smile breaks out on my tanned freckled face as I try to make my hair stay still.

My small house appears on the left and I raun to it, taking my bag off my shoulder and gripping the drawstrings as I sprint to the peeling white paint of my front door. The door opens easily as I push through it and run through the kitchen.

"Reapings are in twenty minutes, Hew! Hurry up!" My Mother yells as I pass the small den. My father was probably out in town, pouting. He doesn't want me to volunteer and he wants me to stay here in case I die like Clove did. I've tried to tell him that I will be victor, but every time he would shake his head and mumble, "Whatever, Hew. Whatever you say."

I slip into my room at the end of the hallway and throw my bag on my floor. My reaping outfit is laid out on my bed. It consists of a light yellow sundress and a pair of new sandals. I had chosen the dress to try to make me look innocent, to look weak and make people over-think about me when I enter the arena.

I slide out of my training clothes and into my reaping clothes, and tuck away my training clothes. My yellow dress comes down to my knees and seems to flow. I slide on my sandals and stand up, looking at myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair flows to my belly button and the freckles on my cheeks make me appear to be weak and young, like a small child.

"Hew! Let's go already!" My Mom screams, "We're going to be late!"

I take one last look around my small bedroom and whisper to myself, "Next time I'm here, I will be the victor."

Aiden Ruzbre

"What if they just stopped? Everyone stopped watching the games for one year. Then what?" Cody mutters as we walk down the dirt road back to my house. His old, leather boots kick a pinecone across the dark dirt. It skids to a stop and then he kicks it again, "Like instead of everyone choosing their favorites, everyone just didn't tune in. They ignored the games."

He keeps his eyes downcast to the road. This is our usual conversation before the Reapings or anything that had to do with the Capitol. I just use my same excuse again, "They wouldn't do that, Cody. There's too many of them."

He sighs dramatically and shrugs. "I'm just saying that it could be possible." Cody pretty much hates the Games, Panem, and President Snow. He wishes the Katniss Everdeen from the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games succeeded in bringing down the Capitol. Unfortunately, Enobaria killed her during the seventy-fifth annual Hunger Games by throwing a knife in her chest, directly into her heart. Nobody screamed except for Peeta Mellark, That year's Victor.

"Aiden! Hurry!" My Father calls from the house, "The Reaping starts in only thirty minutes!"

I pick up my pace and Cody follows. We are kicking up dirt, making dark clouds. We just came back from Cody's house on the other side of the district, the poorer side. My Father is the Mayor of District Two, so I live on the richer side.

I open the door and Cody follows me. He stops in front of the door and sticks his hands into his pockets. "I'll wait here, Aiden." He mutters.

"Aren't you going to come with me?" I question, "You can come up with me."

Cody just shrugs and looks down, "I'll wait here, like I said." His dark hair hangs over his eyes and I have no choice but to drop it. "Okay…" I whisper.

I walk to the stairs to my left and start to climb them. I push through my bedroom door and see my reaping outfit laid out on my bed. A navy blue shirt and khaki pants with combat boots on the floor. I change out of the clothes I'm wearing and slip on the reaping outfit.

I turn and face the cracked mirror on my door, seeing my reflection. I stand at seven feet tall with curly, dirty blonde hair, light brown eyes and tanned skin. I run my fingers through my curls and sigh, thinking, 'only one more year after this Aiden. Only one more year.'

"Aiden! Come on!" Cody calls up the stairs. I breathe in deeply and fling open my door, the nerves hitting me. What if I am reaped? What if I die? What if Cody is reaped? What if my other friend Drake is reaped?

I walk down the stairs slowly and run my fingers down the cool, smooth stair railing. Cody is tapping his foot impatiently as he watches me, "Come on, Aiden. I don't have all day."

He opens the door and I follow him out but yell out a quick, "Bye, Mom!" before leaving. My Mother is very sick with Huntington's disease and she's usually in her room.

"Once I'm old enough to get out of the reapings, I'm going to rebel. Rebel against President Snow, rebel against…" Cody is interrupted by Drake running up behind him, "Rebel against Aiden's father? Or the Careers? What are you? An idiot?" Drake chuckles.

"No! I would rebel against… The Hunger Games." Cody whispers the last part, before coughing. He truly hates the games and when he was fifteen he was reaped, but a Career had volunteered for him.

"I would join you." Drake says, "Besides, I know I'm going to eventually be killed by Peacekeepers anyways." Drake is blunt with the facts that he knows he was going to face one day. He knows they are true, so why deny them?

"Guys, I'm already bummed out by the reaping. You two are not making the situation any better." I snap, "I would like to get the reaping done then I will listen to your plans of rebellion."

Drake nods, "Okay, as soon as we all get out, then Cody and I will discuss it and you will have to listen to every word then."

Cody walks ahead and I realize that we had reached the reaping way too quickly. We walk to the line to have our fingers pricked and as soon as it's my turn I feel like I was about to be sick. The woman whose gray hair was pulled up into a tight bun glances at me, "Finger." She commands.

I hold out my hand and she pricks my finger, making a droplet of blood come to the surface of my skin before pressing my finger down on a columned paper then scanning the blood.

"Aiden Ruzbre, seventeen… You may enter." She says in a monotone voice, "Next."

I walk to my sectioned off rope area and stand next to Drake and Cody. They're muttering amongst themselves and I feel myself roll my eyes. Why are they talking about rebellion at a reaping? How stupid can they be?

"Welcome everyone to the Reapings of District 2!" A deep voice comes from the stage and I look up, seeing our District Escort, Quint Bruin. He's dressed head to toe in Indigo and his white, pearly teeth stand out from the darker color.

"Let's continue, shall we?" He asks to no one in particular. He adjusts the microphone and smiles, "Time to decide who will be the Tributes for the eighty-eighth annual Hunger Games! Ladies First!"

He prances over to the reaping bowl and swirls his hand around before picking out one slip. He walks to the microphone and unfolds the crisp, white slip.

"Givian Watts."

A muscular looking girl from the sixteen-year-old section steps out with a smug look on her face. She starts to walk up and then another voice rings out, "I volunteer!"

Givian spins around to see a fifteen-year-old girl leave her section and run past her. The fifteen year old mounts the stage, a smile spreading across her face.

Quint laughs and walks over to her, putting the microphone in front of her face, "Well, what's your name?"

"Hew Lolli." She speaks proudly. Her eyes scan across the audience before smiling smugly. Quint smiles brightly and nods, "Hew Lolli! Your female tribute for District two!" Only a few people applaud and then Quint walkes over to the boy's reaping ball.

"Time for the gentlemen." He says. He picks one from the middle and walks back to the microphone, before unfolding the slip of white paper. He seems shocked for a split moment before reading out, "Aiden Ruzbre."

My heart stops and I stare at Quint. Is this some kind of joke? I shakily step to the side, towards the rope to exit. Cody grabs my arm and stares at me before whispering, "They can't change you, Aiden. They won't."

I gently push his hand off of my arm and walk out into the aisle. My heart is beating in my ears and I'm shocked. My name was in the bowl six times! Many others had it in there more than twenty!

The stairs approach quicker than I expected and I walk up them. Quint greets me at the top and holds out his arm. He walks me next to Hew and I scan the audience. I see Cody and Drake walking to leave the reaping but a Peacekeeper blocks them.

"Aiden Ruzbre, everyone!" Quint yells out into the microphone.

"They can't change you, Aiden. They won't."

Hi! I'm sorry, I know I last updated in what? August? I've been SO BUSY with homework and a lot of family issues, so I apologize. Also, I had sent this to my beta a few weeks ago and her computer crashed, so this is delayed! But it's okay! IT'S HERE NOW! :D
I'm going to try to start District Three's reapings today, so wish me luck! Also, sponsor points will be delayed for a bit, cause I lost all my points at my Dad's house. Whoops... So I'll try to find those!
Adios! :3