Author's Note: I am not sure if you noticed, but a few hours after I published the last chapter I updated it with one paragraph. I am sorry this one is so short, I just couldn't think of anything else. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. I also do not own most of the tributes. I own the supporting characters and my writing style.

District Two: Reaping (Part 2)

Acaradis's POV

Later that day I was standing on the town square, listening to the usual speech about Rebellions and the Hunger Games.

I was preparing myself. I knew that I would be the strongest tribute this year.

"Happy Millenia Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour," the Escort said happily after the end of the speech. "As usual, ladies first,"she walked to the ball with names of girls.

She picked a name, walked back to the microphone and took a breath to announce the name of tribute. I didn't give her the chance: "I volunteer!"

"Well, well, someone is impatient!" she winced at me. "Come on up, deary, and tell us your name."

I walked up on the stage, my green dress flowing. "My name is Acaradis Killstreak and I'm sixteen years old. I am the next winner."

"I like that self-confidence! We're glad to have you in this year's Games!" she started calpping, the crowd followed her example. "And now for the boys."

I was waiting with a small smile on my lips for the name of my pray. "Karmin Digger," the Escort announced and I froze. Noone volunteered. My boyfriend walked up on the stage.

Karmin's POV

I was angry. Why didn't anyone volunteer? I remebered, that the day before I heard at least two guys talking about volunteering. Well it wasn't important anymore. The only important thing was to keep Acaradis calm. I quickly looked over the crowd. On the stage there wasn't anyone she could kill safely. If she would have burst out, I would had have to push her down. But I hoped it wouldn't be neccesary.

"How old are you, erm... sweetie?" The Escort asked, slightly uncertain. She probably thought I looked disgusting. Well it's probably not charming to have cut off the tip of the ear and a big scar just under eye.

"Seventeen." I was still carefully watching my girlfriend.

"Well, shake your hands and let's go!"