Ugggh. I'm so sorry. All you lovely readers out there probably hate me. It took me quite a while to actually write this chapter. Lack of inspiration, you know? Well that and a)School b)Work and c)Laziness. Also check out the tribute list. Its updated, but i still need a few more tributes. So go ahead and submit away. It would be appreciated. And that's pretty much all. Hope you enjoy.

Jasper Jenkins

Today is the day. The first step towards the glory. The first step towards victory. Today is reaping day. I roll out of my bed and head towards the bathroom. I have to look perfect, hot, strong and powerful when my name gets announced for the most votes. No volunteers this year due to the quell. Whoever the district votes for goes into the games this year. It has to be. Why wouldn't it be me? I am the best fighter at the training centre, I'm incredibly handsome for all the sponsors out there, and I would be the strongest tribute out there. The district knows that I can't lose. It's not possible.

After a quick shower, I head downstairs for my breakfast. Of course Sapph is already down at the table, piling as much bacon as she can get her hands on onto her plate.. The little pig.

"Sapphire! Save some bacon for me, you pig!" I yell, trying to contain the laughter aimed at my sister.

"I'm hungwy! She says, with a mouth full of bacon.

"What are you? Eight?"

"Shut up, I'm way more mature then you. Your the one who acts Eight most of the time!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Kids. Quiet! Just calm down, eat then get ready to head to the square for the result." My dad says as he stalks into the kitchen and sits down.

"Do you think you got the most votes, Jasper?" he asks, although it looks like he hopes I didn't. Of course he doesn't want me to go. He remembers times before the games, and thinks they are sick. Myself on the other hand think they are a thrill.

"Probably. District One needs another Victor to catch up to Two. Who better choice than me? They all know that, and that's why I will be chosen."

He looks at me sceptically, but drops the subject. So I head upstairs to get ready. I keep my blonde hair in it's current state. I love to rock the neatly messed look. I decide to go with a simple white button up shirt that defines my chest muscles nicely and black dress pants.

Sapphire is ready to go when I exit my room. She is wearing a sparkly blue dress to match her name and eyes. The dress is about knee length, a little too short for my comfort, but she's fourteen, she doesn't want me embarrassing her more than usual. As soon as we are about a block away from the town square she runs ahead to meet her friends. Is it seriously that embarrassing to walk to the reaping with your big brother. I enter the square and head off to my age section. And I know my name will be called.

Cindy Moondrake

I stand in the fourteen year old section by myself. Five feet between me and the closest people to me. No one wants to get too close to the freak. Every kid around me inches away. No one wants to stand near the woman in black. I always where black. Today my outfit choice is a black dress, black flats and of course black eye liner. If I could afford hair dye, that would also be black. Instead it is long and a gold-brown colour. Disgusting. So, why am I the freak? My eyes look different then everyone else. They are more like slits. Well that and I always carry a knife with me. That can always freak some people out.

The mayor of District One takes the stage to welcome us to the 25th Hunger Games. He recites the the treaty of treason. Like usual no one listens or cares. Six year old's can recite this without any problems. He continues to drabble on about the Dark Days and the power of the Capitol, yadayadayada. We all know! Just get on with the results.

After maybe fifteen minutes Kelly Starr finally takes the stage. Looking at Kelly, I can't believe she is a human being. She must be in her mid forties, and her face is clearly altered and plasticy. Bright purple hair, a hooked nose and purple eyes. The woman couldn't be more fake.

"Hello District One! Welcome to the results day for the 25th Hunger Games! As you all know, for this years special themed Quarter Quell we had all of you vote!" She waits for an applause. And because this is District One, she gets one form all the glory seekers out there.

"Well we have your results!" She pauses to add drama and excitement.

"Your male tribute this year is...Jasper Jenkins!" Of course he won. Who wouldn't want to vote for the massive 18 year old, who can kill someone with his bare hands. Jasper runs up the stage with enthusiasm. He really looks like he is having fun. Of course he is. we are careers, we all want this. I do too, not yet but a few years from now I can see myself rushing up the stairs just like Jasper is now. Ready to fight for the glory.

What happens next surprises even me. And I'm always prepared for anything.

"Cindy Moondrake!"

I have only seconds to put on my mask. I will not show weakness. Joy is a weakness. Sadness is a weakness. As I walk to the stage I see my face on the the giant screen. A emotionless mask. A ghost. I walk up and continue to watch the screen. Dressed in all black, and I know then that I am a contender for these games. What I want is unknown. But I always come back. The spectre, the curse. The woman in black.

A/N Thanks for reading this first chapter. Please submit a tribute. I still need a few more. Also I sorta stole that last line from the woman in black trailer. I just thought it fit well. So check out that trailer if you haven't already. So yeah, thanks!