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District 2:

Nick Lienzinger P.O.V

I hate the capitol. Hate. Hate. Hate! Why did they have to take me father from me? They're cruel, that's why. I can't stand them. Of course I'm not allowed to express my feelings openly. I'd learned the hard way. When I was 13 I had told my Grandpa I hated the capitol, and what did I get rewarded with? A 30 minute beating from my 70 year old Grandpa. Today, I have a chance of being drawn, literally following in my father's footsteps. I want to be drawn. I want to avenge my father's death. But, not enough that I would volunteer. That's a death sentence. "NICK! I know you're awake! GET UP. Reaping is in 15 minutes!" Thanks for the heads up Gramps. He wants me to volunteer, and even though I know I won't.

I hear my mom whisper through the door, "Don't worry, breakfast's out for you, and I laid out your clothes last night." My mom and brother are terrified of Gramps, which is why she whispered through the door. She would never say that to me out loud, because Gramps would yell at her that I'm not a baby, and I can fend for myself. Of course Gramps is right. I myself might have yelled at her, since Gramps personality has been rubbing off on me, but I was simply too tired.

I glanced over at my dresser, and sure enough there sitting on top, neatly folded are blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and some simple brown boots. "Shutup." I whisper, even though it's obvious she has already gone. As soon as I whisper that, I get up, pull on the pants and shirt, grab the boots and walk out my bedroom door where I can see a steaming plate of French toast. My mouth waters, and I jog to the table where my brother, Jake, who's 11, has already finished his breakfast, and dressed.

Gramps saunters in and plops down in a chair. Jake automatically shrinks down below the table, hoping he won't be seen. Gramps just looks straight at me and barks, "You volunteering today?"

I gulp, and nod slowly replying, "Hell yeah. Anything to make you proud." What a lie that was. But, that's the best thing I'm good at. If anything, volunteering would be the last thing I do. Gramps nodded in approval and headed to the kitchen, probably to get a beer. Jake's eyes come up from behind the table, just staring. "What are you looking at?" I snap.

He retreats, grabs his boots and heads out the door. Probably to meet his other friends before the Reapings start. I snort, who needs friends? Mom comes in from the kitchen and says, "No need to be rude."

I glare at her and answer, "Oh I'm sorry, but that little punk was giving me a once over." I flick my bangs to cover my left eye, and push the plate away.

"For once could be nice to your younger brother?" She asks.

Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I snicker, "Nice? Be nice to that kid who doesn't have to worry about being sent to their death? Yeah, I'll be nice to him when he's got his name in that glass ball." With that, I stomp out the door to the Reapings, just in time.

Skye Shipman P.O.V

My favorite day of the year. Today, I was going to volunteer. Dad finally thought I was ready. I've been ready since I was 12, but of course, Dad wanted to wait until I had an almost certain chance of coming back. As if he didn't believe I would fight my hardest and kill anyone in my path to get back. Parents, either they're with you, or against you. Luckily, this year, both my parents were ready to send me off to the capitol, and then see me coming off that victory train. Like I said before, I've been ready since I was 12. I ate breakfast at least an hour ago, and the Reapings were soon. I slip on the shortest shorts I've got, a tight grey shirt, and my favorite pink sandals. I'm ready to be the victor of this year's games. I strut out my bedroom door to find my mom and dad sitting on the living room couch, smiling from ear to ear. "How do I look?" I ask, I already know the answer.

"Amazing!" Dad replies.

"Gorgeous!" Mom exclaims.

I take a small bow and answer, "Well thank you!" I pretend I have just won The Hunger Games. Robin just sits in the corner. She's 19, so her last year of being drawn was last year. She's never had the desire to volunteer and win like I have. Although she still trained with me every year of her life, Dad has never told her volunteer. He apparently didn't ever think she would be ready to actually have a chance at coming back. Robin was completely fine with that, she is a peaceful, caring person. Not a deadly, quick thinking person like me. "Well, I had better head off to the square! See you in the Victory Building!" Inferring to the fact that I will be headed to The Hunger Games this afternoon.

"See you there, darling." Mom said lovingly. I skip to the door, flip in open, fluff my hair, and head down the road leading to the cities square. Where I will fulfill my destiny.

Nick Lienzinger P.O.V

I'm already in the square, and this year's Mentors for the Games are taking their seats. I see that this year, Lissie Bonce for the girls. I remember her games, she joined the careers and took them all out in their sleep. Genius by my words. Her striking green eyes, pierce me as her black hair gets swept away by the wind. I can tell she's going to work us hard. Rick Ardenlaid sits next to her, I wasn't old enough for his games, but I've heard he did the same thing as Lissie.

As the clock chimes 12, everyone has gathered in the square. Our Capitol mentor takes the stage, I always forget his name. Hisha? Hisho? Oh, right Hishoy. Stupidest name I've ever heard. He repeats the same thing every year, making the crowd more anxious. "And now, to pick the lucky tributes of this year's games! In honor of the Quell, we will draw boy's first!" His hand goes into the glass ball, and time seems to slow. "Nick Lienzinger!" No emotion is shown on my face. I make sure of that. I knew this would happen eventually. Bad things always happen to me. I steadily walk on stage, and keep my face straight. I see in the crowd Gramps is cheering, Mom has crumpled to the floor and Jake is trying to get her up. I keep scanning the crowd for the one person who has stuck with me my entire life, through all my moods and hurtful words. I find him, Sato Chad. The most peaceful person I've ever met, and a single tear is dripping down his face.

"Now to the lucky lady!" He skips on over to the girls ball and calls out a name, "Meesha Yaleen!"

As quick as that, a girl about the age of 16 yells out, "I VOLUNTEER!" She hurries herself onstage and I can see she has shorts, a tank-top, and sandals on. Her pale blonde hair is swaying in the wind.

"Oh lovely!" Hishoy exclaims, "and what is your name dear?"

"Skye Shipman." She says. As soon as that, I know she's here to win. Well….so am I.

Skye Shipman P.O.V

We are whisked away to the Victory building, and my mom and dad burst through the doors first. Like other families, they would be crying and hugging me in grief. Saying good-byes if they had to. Not my parents. They were smiling from ear to ear, hugging me in happiness, and telling me they would see me when I got back. I knew I would be coming back. There wasn't a question about it. They left with a "See you after the Games!"

My next visitor was the complete opposite. My sister Robin. She runs in, tears streaming down her face, and she can't even choke out a word she's crying so hard. Finally she says, "Please, you've got to come back. I knew I couldn't stop you from volunteering, so I'm going to hope…hope so hard that you'll just have to come back!" She pulls me into a hug, and doesn't let me go until a peacekeeper comes and drags her off me.

Just before she's out the door I yell, "I'll come back! Promise!" My last visitors are my best friends. Lyra Marcs, Naomi Kione, Erela Kare. This visit is more like my parents.

"Think about all the riches and men you'll have when you get back!" Lyra squeals in excitement.

"Don't I already have that?" I joke, because of course I already do.

They all laugh and Naomi replies, "Well, duh! But now you'll have more!"

We all laugh again, like it's a slumber party we are having, not a goodbye session. "Just don't disappoint us by not coming back, okay?" Erela says. Ruining the good moment we were having, and bringing us back to reality. She's always been the down to earth one.

"I will."

"We know." They all reply. We all embrace one last time before I leave, and they leave blowing kisses to me out the door. I have to win. There's no question now.