Disclaimer: The Hunger Games and all its characters do not belong to me, if it did I would know what all the districts' industries were.

This is the first reapings I have ever wrote! Please review and give constructive criticism!


District 1 Reapings

Reaping: Sparkle Huiss

I quickly open my eyes to escape my dreaded nightmare. I was at the reapings, but my name was never called. I waited for years and every year District 1 had losing tributes. Then in my final year, my name wasn't called once again. I tried to volunteer, but there was too many people. I was lost in the crowd losing my chance to compete.

But this year would be different. I'm 18 and a full grown women. I was beautiful and no one could deny it. If my name wasn't called I would volunteer and eliminate everyone tried to stop me.

I turn around and check the clock. It was 8 o'clock. I sighed. I didn't wake up late, another thing that happened in my nightmares.

This time will be different. I promise myself this and walk into the bathroom to get ready. While looking at the mirror, I see a burning fire in my eyes. I would eliminate everyone.

I was woken from my short daydream by my mother, "Sparkle!" She had a high-pitched voice and I quickly got myself ready. I put on my best dress, with rubies, sapphires and diamonds embedded on the collar and other places.

I went downstairs and found myself greeted with my whole family. It would normally be my mother, but today my father came to greet me.

He had won the games 18 years ago when he was 16. He left us when I was 16. It was because I didn't volunteer. I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I held back. It was not time to show weakness, it was the reaping day.

Whatever reason he came back for, he was determined that I would volunteer this time. I promised to myself that I wouldn't disappoint him this time.

They escorted me the reapings and I made my way to the 18 year old area. I saw Deluxe Hardrow, our mayor. He recited his touching speech full of spirit like he did every year. Then he introduced our escort, Jinx Finkle. "Ok! Let's see who our girl tribute will be!" She put her hand in the glass globe and took out a piece of paper. "Nessie Cholke!"

I saw a girl walk out of the Twelve's area. She didn't deserve it. "I volunteer!" I say it in unison with multiple girls, who are all standing around me.

I punch one with all my strength and it clearly knocks her out. I saw a blur whiz behind me and I dodged the kick. I quickly swept my legs underneath them all and causing them fall over writhing in pain. I jumped to the stage and asked, "So, am I the tribute this year?"

"Of course you are! With that show you put you're almost certain to win!"

I smile to the crowd as they cheer and I look to my dad smiling and yelling out, "That's my daughter!" I wave to the crowd and realize that this year I will win.

I will dominate.

Reapings: Maverick Files

So far today had been an exciting day. I woke up 4 hours before the reapings to go the training centre. Today it was empty, since everyone wanted to save their energy for the reapings. I was huge for my age and bigger than most of the 18 year olds. I lifted weights and practiced with my sword and mace.

I got out of the centre drenched with sweat, 10 minutes before the reapings. By the time I reached the town square it was already starting.

I watched the mayor say his long speech and introduce our escort. She took out a piece of paper from the girls' glass globe and read out a name. I didn't listen. It didn't matter to me who would be my partner because this year I planned to go solo. I knew this year's Careers would be horrible like last year, so I might as well win myself.

Then I heard multiple girls volunteer. I looked over to the 18s, where it was coming from and saw one girl dominating the rest. She would be my partner. Not that it would make a difference if my partner was a bloodthirsty monster or if she was a twelve year old weakling.

I would kill them any way.

I saw Jinx, our escort, walk over to the boys globe after the eighteen year girl took her place on the stage. The girl was blonde and tanned. She was what some of my friends would call 'sexy'. It didn't really matter if she was ugly or not, but if it helped us get sponsors I wouldn't mind.

Since there was no Cornucopia we would have to get as many sponsors as we can to get weapons.

"Maverick Files!" It was me. I didn't need to volunteer this year, so I had to make anyone who wanted to take my place have doubts. I walked up to the stage and let out a bloodcurdling roar.

After that, I have successfully secured my spot as the District 1 tribute of the 4th Quarter Quell.

After the Reapings: Sparkle Huiss

I looked at the gigantic boy who was lumbering beside me. After his impressive display, I sincerely think that he is the stereotypical "brawn with no brains" guy. He would be easy to control, unless he had already planned to go solo, which is unlikely. The last time a Career went solo, it was fifteen years ago and the girl died in the initial bloodbath.

If he does however it will prove how stupid he is and sponsors would most likely run away. District 1 supporters would go to me, intelligent, sexy, and quick Sparkle Huiss.

However, he might be smart and kill us first. It wouldn't be hard, I mean, he is bigger than any Career we've seen in years.

I push the thought out of mind and tell my escort that I wish to have no visitors. To win, I must forget my soft side and be a literal monster.


On a side note: I will not be putting the POVs for all tributes. Most of the tributes I have POVs for will survive the initial bloodbath. I will be putting the POVs for the tributes created by shadowed13, sidorio4ever and Alexis1996.

Hope you like this chapter and please review! Please give constructive criticism and tell me what you like about it!