So we have admins now! 1 2 and 3. This is 3.

Anyway, here is the next chapter!


G Sector

Annabel Tubkin smoothed out her gray scarf. She took a breath and walked on to the stage. It was Annabel's first time being an escort and she wanted to do good.

"Welcome everyone!" Annabel said with a smile. "Today we will be doing the reaping for the Hunger Games! Now, lets start with the girls!" Annabel bounced to the bowl that held the girls' names.

"Mable Senkond!" Annabel was hoping for a fighter, but honestly, she didnt care who she got.

A girl walked out of the 16 year old section. She had black hair in a messy braid. Her clothes were worn, and singed a little on the edges.

"And now for the boys!" Annabel put her hand in the boys' bowl and picked a name.

"Axel Wingtine!"

A path cleared and a 12 year old boy walked unto the stage. He had white blond hair and green eyes.

Axel and Mable shook hands, and the reaping was over.


H Sector

Celia Socord stood next to a bunch of girls she didn't know in the fourteen-old-section. The escort, Flouris, walked up to the girls bowl wearing a bright pink tux with a clashing red tie.

"Let's see who the lucky Players are this year!" He said.

Lucky? Yeah, right. If that was lucky, then she had bad hair days.

Flouris dipped his hand in the girls bowl, pulled out a slip of paper, and read it. Celia clutched her pink dress. Her hands were actually sweating!

"Celia Socord!" he announced. She smoothed her dress down, and walked up on stage, doing her best not to cry.

"Now for the boys!"

Flouris pulled a slip of paper out of the boys. "Dylan Turro!"

A boy stepped out of the fifteen-year-old section. He had messy light brown hair, and a mischievous glint in his eyes, making you wonder if he could be trusted with scissors. Or money. He smiled, obviously flirting with her. She smiled shyly and they shook hands.

Celia was still trying to hold her tears in, but it wasn't as hard as she thought. She just had to remember that crying would make her eye shadow come off.


I Sector

Blade Taspit felt like skipping to the reaping, but that was too unmanly. So, he just ran.

He walked once he got closer, and stood with all of the other eighteen-year-olds.

If Blade didn't get picked this year, he was screwed. He had put my name in there as many times as possible.

Jewl, the escort, was wearing her hair in two long ponytails, dyed about twenty different colors. She walked to the girls bowl. She dipped her hand into the bowl.

"Phoebe Soldam!" Jewl pronounced it 'fee-bee'.

A girl walked out from the twelve-year-old section. She was small and skinny. She had blonde hair and her eyes seemed to change colors.

'Not much competition' Blade thought.

She walked up to the stage and whispered "Its pronounced fo-bee."

Jewl nodded, and bounced to the boys'. He reached in to the bottom and pulled out a slip.

"Blade Taspit!"

Blade couldn't believe his ears. He had been picked?! He was going to be a Player?!

Everyone cleared away, making plenty of room for him to walk up to the stage.

It took all of his might not to smile, while Phoebe had tears in her eyes. He walked up to the stage and stood next to his partner. They shook hands, and he was careful not to break her hand.

They then walked into the building behind them.