I can't believe I already have all my tributes! Thank you all for submitting a tribute! You guys are the best people that I've never met! Time for district 7 reapings. Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Scarlett Johansson POV
I wake up early to go to the reapings so I won't have to deal with my dad. He has abused me and my four brothers for as long as I can remember. As I leave notice my older brother Reece sitting on the porch. "Good luck" he says to me "Thanks" I immediately respond. I feel a large amount of envy directed towards Reece. He no longer has any chance of being chosen for the hunger games whereas I still have five years left to be possibly reaped.
I walk through the forest thinking about the probability of me being reaped. I had to submit my name many times this year because I am the only one in my family to be able to accept tesserae. Hopefully it won't matter though I mean there are still thousands of other names that can be drawn. This won't affect me. Right?
Damian Marley POV
I sit in a tree overlooking the town square where people are setting up for the reapings. Beside me is my best friend Tyler Rosenburg. "How many times will your name be in there" Tyler asks as we watch some people lift and carry the empty sphere that will soon be filled with thousands of papers. "Only the minimum amount," I respond, "My mom doesn't want me sign up for tesserae."
Tyler looks down at his dangling feet. I already know that he had signed up for a lot tesserae.
TIME SKIP
Scarlett Johansson POV
"Scarlett Johansson" says the capital woman to the crowd. My heart stops for a second before I take a step forward towards the stage. As I walk to the stage I think to myself "Why does everything horrible happen to me."
Damian Marley POV
I feel bad for the girl named Scarlett Johansson. She looks pretty scared. Of course I too would be scared if I had to go into an arena and fight to the death.
I now watch as the capital woman moves over to reap the boys. She grabs a paper, but it slips away so she tries again this time nearly crushing the paper with the name. I see obvious hints of frustration as she straightens the paper in order to read it.
"Tyler Rosenburg" she reads. "No" I yell desperately. I need to think of something, anything to stop Tyler from going into that arena. "I volunteer as tribute" I exclaim, not really thinking about the true meaning of what I had just said. The whole crowd just stares. I notice my mom and Tyler's panicked faces in particular. I nervously bite my lip wondering if this was a good idea. Of course it's not a good idea. I've volunteered for the hunger games.