District one.

Fairy LaBone's POV

I look at my surroundings. The district square has been dressed up for the reapings, and President Malak's grinning face stares down at us. His nickname from district One is President Malice.

The camera crew is sitting on the roof of the buildings and the stage. I go to sand by the other 16 year olds and wink reassuringly to my little sister, Tiara. She's the reason I'm going to win, because surely, without me healing her when she falls too ill, she'll die. She's the only one that can draw a wink or a smile out of me. She looks so small, on her crutches, standing in the twelves area. Poor Tiara's so sickly if she got reaped she would defiantly die. She's been sick since she was born, but she earns her keep in our house by being so smart – she solves all our financial problems, but she'll never be well enough to fight. But I don't need to worry about her, because even if she did get chosen, I would volunteer for her. In fact, I'm going to volunteer anyway. The girl who's supposed to volunteer, Cleo, is so slow and dumb that I'll defiantly be able to volunteer before her. In district one, its whoever gets on stage first is the tribute, and I'm easily the faster runner.

The mayor finishes his speech, and our escort, Sunday Rose, comes up with black hair down to her butt. It's curled in ringlets, though, so it's probably a lot longer than that.

"And now for the girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrls! Ladies first I always say!" she's so stupid, with her stupid accent and the stupid way she rolls her R's then spits them out like the pips in a cherry. "Carrie Winchester," She doesn't even have time to roll her R because I'm already up the steps, and Cleo hasn't even blinked.

"I volunteer!" I say primly, and I can tell Sunday's looking at me sceptically, with my slight frame, albino skin and hair and my rainbow-like eyes. It's the Capitol that has provided the bleach to change my hair, and the colour for my eyes.

"Welcome, to miss, -"

I cut her off before she can ask my name.

"Fairy. Fairy LaBone"

"Well Welcome to miss fairrrrrrrrrry LaBone!"

I feel like punching her in the face! Stupid accent. As I'm thinking this I realise she has just read out the boys' name. I think it's some wimp from the better part of district One.

"I volunteer."

I jump, because I didn't realise the volunteer was already on stage. The boys name is Miracle. I don't know his last name – maybe Genesis? Some bible name like that. He's tall, with white hair but dark brown eyes, and lots of muscle. He literally does make me feel like a fairy – one of those garden ones you see in children's tales. But I'm not intimidated, he's all brawn no brain.

He once killed a boy at training, he got so carried away. No one said anything, I think because they're scared of him. He's a total idiot though, and couldn't add 2+2 if his life depended on it.

He's so enthusiastic, when he shakes Sunday's hand, she's practically thrown off the stage when he lets go. When he shakes my hand I have to exert myself to stay still. He might be dumb, but it would be fatal to underestimate him. I smirk at him, then wave to the audience, and the camera's. I have only just noticed that Cleo is giving me the death glare. Oh well.

Next time I see her I will be a victor... Or dead.

Miracle Benises' POV

I'm sitting in the peace building, waiting for the peacekeepers to take me to my room, where I can see my friends and family. I have neither. Michaela might visit me, 'cos she's my sister and all, but I doubt it. That girl, Pixie or Fairy or whatever, is so tiny it looks like I could crush her with my foot. She's obviously stronger than she looks though, because she doesn't even move when I shake her so hard... I shook Sunday Rose's hand half as hard and she went flying.

I won't underestimate her.

The Peace keepers arrive, and lead Fairy and me in different directions. I look at her one last time, and I catch her mouth the word "Allies?" To me. I give my head a small nod in response, and she smirks, her eyes as cold as ice. I almost smile back, then catch myself. I can't grow attached to this ice fairy, because in a few weeks, once the alliance is over, I will be fighting hard to kill her.