Really guys, you should tone it down =^.^= These good ratings are keeping my face red!

Kelsen Sparks, D2

Thud. Aaand I've fallen out of the bed again.

As I sit up, rub my hindquarters and blink the bleariness out of my eyes, I hear a faint knocking on the door of my small, yet glamorous house. "Whad'dya want?" I call out groggily and look to the clock on the wall. 4:32 AM. Whoever the hell just knocked on my door is going to die.

An official looking document gets shoved into my face the second I open the door. Whoever this is is double-dead now... really. Knocking on my door and then putting a paper all up in my face. "Kelsen Sparks?" A snotty voice says. "Yeah... what...?" Some Peacekeeper woman shoves her way through the tiny doorway and stands all triumphantly in front of me. "We are taking you into custody on orders straight from the President herself, so don't resist!"

Two questions are floating around inside my head right now: Who the hell does this woman think she is, and why would I be getting taken into custody? Sweet Jesus, I need some answers. I try to keep my voice from shaking. "What? Why? Resist?"

"Did you not watch the broadcast or something?" the Peacekeeper woman demands. "Each Hunger Games tribute for this year is hand-picked by the President herself, and taken to the Capitol!" Oh no. Ohhh no. This can't be happening. Games. Oh my god. Oh no.

"Al-alright... I'll g-go." It's not as if I have a choice. I swallow and trail out the door in my pajamas. It's not like it'll matter anyway. The people in that uppity place will think it's a new fashion. "Well, hurry up then! We have to be at the Capitol by 8 o'clock sharp!" The woman yanks me to the sleek black car that sits in front of my house and shoves me inside, and we're off.

Well, at least I don't have anyone to miss me if I die.

Oliver Thomson, D2

The glow from my InterBook glares into my eyes as I squint to read up on serrated daggers. I love this thing. It's the newest edition straight from District 3. So awesome.

It's not as awesome though, when some idiot bursts through my door along with three other idiots screaming that I'm coming to the Capitol whether I like it or not and their orders were shoot to kill if there was any resistance. Really. Don't these people know I'm trying to gather information on my daggers? Sheesh. Ru-ude.

"Can you go away, possibly?" I snap, glaring at them. And then it registers. Ho-ly crapcakes, these are Peacekeepers, and I just told them to go away. My butt is cooked now. "No, we can't, son," A man strides over and pushes the InterBook out of my hands, and slaps a pair of handcuffs on my wrists. "What the- take these things off of me!"

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you." I snort. "Can and will be held against me? Boobs, then." The man facepalms. "You are being taken to the Capitol on orders from President Cassava, in following the Quarter Quell rules. If you're going to be a smart alec, maybe you'd rather be an Avox?" Avox? Oh god, no. "Fine."

I rush past them and get into the fancy Capitol car outside, and down the street I see another girl doing the same. I start to call out to her, but a Peacekeeper shushes me and then we leave.

I'm going to win.

Not my best chapter, but hey! XD I'm sorry these 'reapings' are so short. I like to get my point across for all things until we get up to the Bloodbath.

See you next chapter, in District 3!