Why hello again my fellow people! I am just so excited to start writing these games! So why not start since I have my characters for district 12? I wanted to do it like the capitol does it where they start at the farthest district, or district 12, to the closest district, district 1. (Or at least that's what I think the capitol does… though the victory tour did that. Either way I'm going with my plan.) Here it is!

Third person point of view: Edge Bayne

"Look, I can do it myself alright!" Avery Bayne yelled at her brother, snatching the pink ribbon from his hands. "Besides, you're a boy! What do you know about hair?" Edge Bayne gave her a forgiving smile, even though she didn't apologize. He knew that on the inside Avery felt guilty. But she was proud and independent, so he let her be that way. Avery gave him her thanks-but-I-want-to-do-it-myself look and began to tie the ribbon in her long black hair. "Maybe Amber needs help, go check on her." She added.

"Okay, Ave whatever you say," Edge replied, making his way onto a small room where his little sister Amber, sat looking in the mirror. A glum look riddled her face. She was only twelve years, like her twin Avery, but yet she looked even more worried than Edge and Avery combined. Her eyes and nose was red and blotchy like she was crying. The blue dress she was wearing had tear stains all over it. Her hair was in a mess. Usually, she would be like Avery, but on Reaping day. It's a whole different story.

"Amber? Are you ok?" Edge nudged himself into the room. Amber glanced at her brother for a moment.

She mumbled, "No. Everything is not fine. It's reaping day!"

"So? What are the chances that you, a twelve year old girl, will be chosen for the games? Let me tell you this, the odds are definitely in your favor."

"But it's the quarter quell. If anyone I love get's chosen, I might die too." Her bottom lip quivered. "I don't want to go to the Capitol Edge." Soon tears began to flow down her cheeks. "Promise me that I'll b safe!"

In reality, that wasn't a promise that Edge could make. The drawing was based on luck was based on luck, money and resources. Edge and his family had none of these. Either way, just too please his sister, he answered. "I promise."

She looked up at her brother with those grey eyes most people in district 12 have. With a sigh Edge muttered, "I'll be heading over to Aunt's house. Make sure you and Avery are all set for the reaping, I meet you at the square." He gave her an assuring kiss on the forehead and walked down the street too his Aunt's house.

"Hello?" He asked the air, entering the shack his Aunt call's her home. She was sitting on the floor with her knees tucked into her chest. When he entered, her eyes lit up.

"Reno? Reno is that you? Oh my son!" His Aunt cried, getting up and throwing her arms around him. He pushed her away.

"Auntie, I'm not Reno. I'm sorry but he's… dead,"

"What do you mean he's dead?"his Aunt has always heard the stories. Over and over again. But still, the thought of her son being killed in the Hunger Games never processed correctly in her mind. She was always confusing Edge with Reno. And sometimes talking to herself as if she was having a common conversation with her son. She would go into the kitchen, which was really a stove and salted foods to keep fresh, and make Reno's favorite stew. She would read the stories Reno would have read. She would wash his clothes over and over again like he was still there. But Reno was dead. And that was that. Nothing anyone could do about it. Though, there was a pang of sympathy for his Aunt. Edge could remember Reno well. He was kind, wholesome, never picked a fight with anyone. He was strong, loyal, caring. He was a great kid. It was too bad that the capitol would just go out of their way to kill people like Reno.

"I mean… It's reaping day. In the square… you might want to go." Edge tried to digress off the subject.

"Oh," His Aunt smiled "I'll be there soon enough, go ahead."

With a shrug, he dragged himself to the square, hoping that the day would just end.

He entered the 18 year old section, reluctantly, slumping over. A soft voice rang in his ears like bells. "Hey Edge, you look. Nice. I guess." It could be no on but Allison Oliver. One of his best friends. She was staring at the untucked shirt that he was too lazy to button up all the way.

He gave her a tired smile. "You look good," Indeed, she did look beautiful. Her long hair cascaded over her ivory toned shoulder. Her smoky grey eyes seemed wise. She was wearing a simple green dress with lace. Yet she looked prettier than the mayor's daughter.

"What about me?" The girl behind her mused. It was none other than Timber Laney, his other best friend. She ,too, was also extremely fair. Bright red hair framed her perfectly structured face. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. But those eyes. Bright green. Absolutely stunning. She was wearing a white dress with a red rose pattern on the skirt.

"You look good too,"

Just then Mika Englishman, entered the stage. " Hello, wonderful people of district 12?" every time she spoke she sounded like she was asking a question. "Welcome to the 100th Annual Hunger Games Reaping? Now, I don't want to waste time so let's get started, alright? Why don't we switch it around a bit? Boys First?"

Reaching into the crystal sphere, Mika took out a single piece of white paper. She unfolded it. "Our luck male tribute is… Edge Bayne?"

There was one phrase that entered Edge's head. I'll see you soon, Reno.

Third Person Point of View: Lukianna Warnerton

Lukianna Warnerton stared glumly at the boy that had just walked up to the stage. She could see the fear in his eyes, like a hawk. But she got the sense that Edge Bayne was more afraid of who will be chosen to die with him. Mike Englishman, placed her hand in a bowl where the names of those who were close to him and read the white little piece of paper out loud. "And the lucky Spectator is… Amber Bayne! Round of applause for Amber?" no one in the crowd made a sound, except for Amber herself. Who was sobbing. The guards pushed their way though, seizing the small girl. As they brought her up to the stage, she ripped out of their hands.

"You promised me that I'll be safe! You told me that I won't go to the Capitol! You… you liar!" The girl pounced forward but the guards stopped from doing any damage. "I swear, if I make this out alive, I'll runaway! You'll never see me again! Never!" Amber let the guards slowly take her to the City Hall, leaving Edge with tears. Lukianna also heard the sound of two girls behind her. She looked back and saw they were hysterical. One girl with red hair was hyperventilating. The other was choking on her own tears.

"And now it's time for the girls?" Mika Englishman announced into the microphone. Again she pulled out another slip of paper. "Our lovely female tribute this year is… Lukianna Warnerson?"

Lukianna just stood there for a second, unsure if her name had really just been called. Mika looked over the crowd, waiting for her to step forward. A girl behind her, not one of the hysterical girls, nudged her forward. Shaking, she walked up to the stage, next to Edge. Mika smiled, "Now for our spectator?" With one perfectly manicured hand, she pulled out a name. "Jonno Warnerson!"

"No!" Lukianna wanted to yell, but her voice had disappeared at Lukianna Warnerson. All she did was watch her older brother be taken to the City Hall. There were no tears, no sounds. She was silent. As if she were afraid that the slightest movement will kill her.

"Let's congratulate our tributes?" Mika Yelled into the microphone. Everything was silent, but those two girls who were grieving in a sense. "No? Well, then congratulations to both of you and may the odds ever be in your favor." That time Mika Englishman didn't ask a question. She gave her Capitol wave to the people as she exited the stage. Two guards came and took Lukianna and Edge to the City Hall.

They sat Lukianna in a horrifying room. The floor and walls were all marble, cold and sleek. The only furniture in the room was a dusty old maroon colored couch. The light that could have streamed through the windows was blocked by heavy curtains. She knew, that people before her had sat in this same couch in this same room. 99 percent of them failed at the games. There was only one female tribute that Lukianna could remember, that actually won the games. That one female also tried to lead a rebellion. But that failed miserably. That one female was Katniss Everdeen. Katniss was a role-model to Lukianna but yet a person she deeply hated. Why couldn't she have lead a revolution? What went wrong? How come there are still the Hunger Games?

The heavy oak doors flew open and in came a tall slender man that Lukianna knows as her father. "Oh, Luki," He gave her a hug. "I want you to try you hardest. And don't forget about me when you're a big victor."

"Who, said I was going to win?" Lukianna murmured.

"I do. Do it for Jonno and little Alarick." Her father looked more tired than usual, more concerned. She could tell that her father was trying to act strong but the pain was too unbearable.

"But-"

"No, go out there and win."

And that was that. He walked out of the room with those final words.

Next came in Cimma, possibly the best person in the world. Lukianna noticed that Cimma's makeup was streaked across her face. Her hair was a mess. And her dress was wrinkled. These would be things that occupied Cimma's time, but apperantly not on reaping day.

"Take this," Cimma gasped, handing over a lump. "I always brought me good luck. I hope it does the same to you."

In Lukianna's hand was a lump of coal. Yes. A lump. But the lump was painted gold and hung on a gold chain. "Here, let me put it on you," Cimma sullenly murmured. "You know, you could do it. You're smart and good at climbing." She clasped the hunk to Lukianna's neck.

"Maybe…"

"But watch what you eat,"

"Okay,"

"Make sure you got a weapon,"

"That's obvious,"

"Don't make a fire at night,"

"I KNOW!"

Cimma backed away. "I, I was just trying to help."

"Well you helped enough already!"

"Okay," Cimma said blankly. She left the room, in silence.

Lukianna was all alone. Not just in the room. Not just in the Arena. She was know alone in the only place she called home. And it was all because of herself.

She pulled her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. And began to think. No, the odd are not in my favor today.

And that is the end of the district 12 reaping! What do you think? Lukianna's part was a bit meh but don't worry. I'll write about her more later. Also Edge. I won't be writing about the train because I really just want to get into the action. There really isn't much that happens on the train. Next will be district 11 if I find a male tribute, by then. I hope you enjoyed!