A/N: I'm back! Here's the second reaping. I still need a few more tributes, more from outer districts if you look at the tribute list. I am going to post the sponsorship system soon too so you guys can keep track of your points.

District 2 Reaping:

Alexa Darke's POV

I quickly walk into the training academy to get some training in before the reaping. The reaping. This one is going to be the best one yet. Why? I am going to volunteer. Bringing honor to my family is one of the things I have always wanted in my life.

When I enter the training academy I head straight to the fourth floor, weapons. I press the number 4 in the elevator and it shoots me up. I arrive on the fourth floor in seconds. My friends are already up here waiting for me, Cameron, Wendy, and Raze. Cameron is my best friend out of them. She is the smart and logical one. Raze is the quiet and Wendy would probably be the swearer, seeing as she always swears a lot. Me, I would be the moody one. I am never really in a happy mood.

"Alexa finally! You are always the last one here!" Wendy yells to me.

"Well then, let's see. Who's the better fighter actually," I quickly retort back with a snarl.

"Shut up!" Wendy says, walking to the saber slashing station. Melee weapons have never been my thing, except for an ax. Oh how I love slashing axes around and throwing them. I smirk at my thought.

"C'mon Alexa, let's get to the axes," Raze says with her usual quiet voice and young look, choppy blond hair, in pigtails, and oceanic blue eyes.

"Kay." Together, Raze, Cameron, and I walk over to the ax station, while we let Wendy calm herself down.

I look at the axes carefully, wanting to choose the pick one. A blue handled metal grip one catches my eyes and I grab it from a white table. The blade is nice and big with a long curved edge to it. You have to get a good throw for the sharp edge to hit it's target. I carefully look at a moving human, fake, of course. The sculpted structure of the human's body is on a big block of wood, painted white, and it is moving throughout the ax throwing station. I aim and then throw my ax sideways at it. The ax implants itself in the heart of the wood. I smile and collect more axes.

Jason Styx's POV

I smile as the head falls off of the dummy I just slid my sword through. I look around the academy. More and more kids arrive by the minute. They must want to get practice in before the games. Everyone hates me though, all because of my parents too. I had to go to District 12 for a few years of my life. I had to train there. It was horrible. Now, ever since I have gotten back in District 2, the kids hate me. Three years I've been here and no one has made any effort to become friends.

I rub my dark brown eyes, feeling my eyes water from my past. No! This is a new year. This is Jason Styx's year. I am now 18 so I am going to volunteer. I don't think anyone will expect it because they all think I am horrible at training. No one even watches me, not even the trainers! It's sick! And my hair. I had to get my hair to attract attention from my parents. Now I have a red stripe down the right side of my light brown hair. Of course I never worked though.

The academy is full of many kids from District 2. My frown instantly turns into a smile as I watch the four girls, well known in District 2. Either Wendy or Alexa is in charge of them. They are all at the ax station watching Alexa throw axes which are hitting the target dead on each time. I wonder if one of them will volunteer this year. I've heard Alexa might because she is 18, as are the rest of them.

Alexa Darke's POV

"Bye Cameron, see ya at the reaping!" I yell to her and all my friends even though I only said Cameron's name.

I walk home, passing kids getting read, streets, and mansions. When I reach my street name, Spiral Avenue, I sprint down the sidewalk. My family's house comes into view. It is about 10 houses down from the edge of the street. I smile as I look at the beautiful architecture. The silver house's sides are curved inward. The roof is high with bright blue shining off of it from the sun. This is home.

"Finally, you're here! Hurry up and get dressed and shower!" screams my younger sister, Kimberly. Her light blue eyes remind me of me. Her hair though is brown, short brown. It lay straight, reaching the tips of her shoulders.

"I am going to need your help with my hair!" I yell back to her. I have never been good with hair. It's weird, but I just never have. I usually just put my brown hair with blonde streaks in a messy ponytail. My sister, oh how I am jealous. Everyone loves her! But, everyone loves me too so there is nothing to be jealous about. I smile at Kim.

"Yes ma'am, now go get ready!" I follow Kim's order and run up our spiral staircase to my room. I undress quickly and take a quick shower, washing my hair. When I get out of the shower there is tawny light leggings and a bright pink blouse laying on my bed. I pull it on and sit in my desk chair, waiting for Kim to come up.

When Kim arrives, she holds a metal object in her hands. She presses a button and it instantly turns hot.

"No! Not that thing! Just a ponytail, c'mon," I yell to Kim, knowing she will keep going with the metal object.

"Ha! Yeah right. Your hair is layers so I want to do it good!" I nod to Kim and wait for her to get to work.

She puts the heat onto my hair and curls it up, but puts it on one side. She does this with every piece of my hair except the blond strands. With the blond streaks, she just moves them to the side where the rest of my hair is. I put my fingertips to where my hair starts at the top of my head and move them through my hair. I feel the curls.

"Thanks Kim, where's mom and dad?"

"Work, they will meet us at the reaping." I nod to Kim and then walk downstairs to eat some breakfast before the reaping. I look in the fridge and take out chocolate milk. I don't need too much because I will be eating luxury on the train ride to the Capitol soon. I am so excited for the goods. For the food. For the Capitol!

Jason Styx's POV

I pull on my plaid shorts, orange and green. I then pull on an orange tee shirt and a green jacket with short sleeves. The shoes I wear are just plan flip flops. It's fairly hot today so I should be good. I just hope they don't throw stuff at me when I am standing onstage.

When I get to the Justice Building I get into a line of kids immediately. A man peacekeeper sits at a white table with a big booklet.

"Next." His voice is low and croaky. His hair is brown with gray roots. He must be in his late 50's because of the wrinkles on his face. "Next!" I jump and then put my finger down onto the table. He pricks it hard and puts the blood onto the big opened booklet. He scans it and then sways his hand, signaling that I can move on.

When the escort is on stage I have already been waiting for at least 20 minutes.

"District 2! Welcome to the 54th Annual Hunger Games." I look up at the screen where the treaty of treason is about to play. It starts to play and I tune out.

I still cannot believe what I am doing. I should look at it in a positive way. I mean, I am getting away from my family! That's the best thing about it. And if I win there will be no way I am letting them near my rich house. My Victors' Village house!

"Ladies First." The lady with bright green hair and aqua skin walks over to one of the two spheres. She dips her hand in and pulls out a slip of paper. She opens it right there and then walks back to the microphone slowly, seeing as her dress is metallic pink and tights that look pure metal.

"Crit. . ."

"I volunteer." A girl with all of her hair parted to one side steps into the aisle way. She looks like a rich snob like most of the girls here.

"Your name?" asks our escort.

"Alexa Darke," the beautiful girl says confidently.

"Next are the boys!"

When our escort has reached the sphere she dips her hand in and pulls out a name. She opens it and then walks back to the microphone.

"Dra. . ."

"I volunteer as tribute," I say proudly, stepping onstage. I look into the crowd and everyone is shaking their heads. Some kids are even booing. I narrow my eyes to them and stand proudly next to our escort.

"Your name dear boy?"

"Jason Styx." When I say this I look over at Alexa. Her eyes are wide and she is shaking her head. I wonder what she is thinking in her mind right now. Probably how she I am going to be horrible in the career alliance. The good thing is that District 1 doesn't know my past so they will want me in the alliance for sure. No way I am going to be able to stand them though. I guess I will make the best of it and break free of the alliance later in the games.

I sit in the train on a couch with Alexa sitting on a chair across from me. Nobody came to visit me when they could. Not even my parents came. I guess they think I have no chance. My anti-socialness will affect me though. Because if I am not with the careers I won't be with anyone else. That's a fact.