~District One Reapings~
Lexi Miller's P.O.V.
It's reaping day so I wake up earlier than I'm used to.
In minutes I'm up and ready in my new sparkling pink dress. The heels would have to wait until I've finished breakfast.
When I walk out of my room, it seems as though no one was even inside. The house was quiet. Unusual for a gracious day like this. On the reaping my sister would be blabbering about how much her boyfriend will like her new dress.
Mother's not even in the kitchen cooking me a meal.
My bare feet brush against the cold floor as I walk around the house looking for someone.
I get a quick peek of father in his study still working and I'm starting to regret telling father he should take the risk and buy the factory.
"I can hear you Lexi." He says still not looking in my direction, only at the papers he looks at determinedly.
That's when I walk in a twirl in my perfect –lengthen dress. I can't help but giggle a little while doing so.
He finally looks up at me. "That's very nice Lexi, now let me work for a little longer before your mother wakes up."
I frown at him and head towards the living room. It's empty and quiet, just as the kitchen.
Next I'm in the hallway again. My sister's bedroom door is half open so I go inside.
Amy is sleeping still. I can't help but throw a pillow at her face. "You should wake up before mother comes in and realizes you're not ready."
She throws the pillow back at me weakly, barely awake. "Get out now!"
I roll my eyes at her rude hand signal and start for the kitchen again.
Mother stands over the sink rinsing something out. When she turns to me a smile comes across her face. "Oh I love it! It's perfect."
Finally, a person who actually notices me and my dress.
"Amy! Breakfast will be ready soon!" I can hear Amy's groans at mom's comment all the way from across the house.
Father makes his presence, but I walk into my room and start doing my hair for what could be the biggest opportunity of my life.
~District One's Reapings~
Julian Devereux's P.O.V.
The Square has already started flowing with people by the time we've gotten there. It's not even noon yet either.
I take my place with all the other worthless seventeen year olds. The ones who think they can just get their hands on any weapon and kill someone easy. Idiots.
Hayli Westerfeld makes her way onto the stage perky as ever could be. Her bright orange hair stands out from the deep blue curtains behind her. The ugly tinted green color on her skin matches her olive green eyes. Hayli takes her seat in one of the chairs and relaxes a little. I doubt anyone could have an escort as bad as her, by means of looks and personality.
Our mentor, Daniela Paver walks onto the stage soon after. She blows a couple kisses to the cameras watching her every action.
The mayor walks onto the stage and waves his hand back and forth. Not as a hello, but as a signal to shush.
I don't bother to even listen to the Treaty of Treason or any of the following speeches.
What I dopay attention to is Hayli making her way up to the podium. "Ladies first!" She yells out happily. Her hand searches around in the bowl for a while. "Lexi Miller!"
Quickly we're all able to find her in the crowd. Everything about her has some sort of brown feature, her tan skin, her mocha colored hair. Everything, except her brown eyes.
As she walks through the fourteen year –old section, she smiles and gives flirtatious looks to the camera.
"And now for the boy tribute of district one." Hayli slides the second glass ball closer to herself, then digs her hand around in it. "Samuel Smitz."
People from all around groan, moan and yell, anything to show they're unhappy with the results.
Although twelve year –olds get a lot of training through their years, no kid has ever won at that age, so everyone suspects we'll have another disgrace coming into the games again.
A thought strikes at me, in two years I won't have my chances anymore. All the training with my father will be for nothing. "I volunteer!" I start to run towards the stage not even giving a second to spare.
There's a few chants at first and then everyone is cheering me on.
"And what is your name sir?" Hayli has to look up at me slightly because of how tall I am.
I'm careful to keep a smirk only on my face. "Julian Devereux." I wave at the crowd, who's just now quieting down, and take my seat next to Lexi.
The mayor stands up and reads the Treaty of Treason again.
I find my family in the mess of people. Mother si the first to meet my eye.
She's in the very back and has the most worried look on her face. But why?
The hunger games had been my whole life ever since I could talk. Why is she so upset?
Father stands beside her, a smile is on his face. A proud one too.
At least I know I've done the right thing.
Hayli tells us to shake hands and we stand up in unison.
When we grabs hands, she squeezes tightly. So hard I can't feel the blood rushing through my hand anymore.
I'm able to keep a straight look on my face, just as Lexi is with her smile.
Then I finally look into her eyes. "You'll be dead by morning." She says as if actually speaking to me.
I tilt my head challengingly and try to pass on my own message.
Not if I kill you first.
A/N: What do you think? If you want to add SMALL changes to your tribute, please tell me now before I've started all the chapters.
This Chapter's Question- Why do you think I made district ones escort, Hayli, have the last name- "Westerfeld"?
Question Difficulty: It depends on what book you've read.