I've changed quite a bit - Reena now has a nickname. And Brink is really weird in this one, so I put it down to a ment affliction that he's so crazy. But he's going to be normal later, maybe with a few mood swings! =D

I'm meant to be writing my history essay, but I find myself doing this instead, so you better enjoy it! =D

Reena reminds me of Kara for GH, I even quoted a bit off it (from memory, of course). It was the first sentence, but Kara uses knives and is really rich and has no real friends. =(

D6

Reena "Ree" Woodson

I let my arrow fly at the target. Bulls-eye, of course, what else would I get with my archery? It's become my passion over my life; every day when I get up I let the arrow fly at the wall, hitting my target. Every now and then I might stick a picture up there of one of my friends if I fall out with them or try to do it lying down or while jumping or something, but I stopped when I almost shot Toscar, one of my brothers. Oscar and Toscar are both thirteen but they don't act like it, they're the two most immature boys I've even known. They also look almost the exact opposite to me, short curly black hair rivalling my long, straight blonde hair. They also have deep hazel eyes while I have sharp blue. I look like my father and the boys look like my mother.

I carefully step into a sharp emerald green dress and tie a piece of black ribbon by my hair to keep my fringe out of my eyes. I then step into some sparkly black pumps and smile at my reflection, I look gorgeous. I exit my room and trample downstairs. Everyone else is already up and they smile warmly at me when I come down.

"Breakfast's ready, Reena," My dad says to me, "Eat it while it's hot!" He grins and hands me a bowl of porridge. Since it's the reaping I allow myself a special treat and put a dabble of honey in, sweetening it up. I raise it to my mouth and sigh, contented. After this reaping I've only got one more and then I'm free of worries of being reaped, anyway, even if I was I'm not totally incompetent, I could muster something up.

I exit into the district, feeling the cold morning air cut into me, I wrap my hands around my bare arms for warmth and start going towards district square where the reaping will be held. But on the way there I see three figures hurry towards me. It's my friends, Sofia, Alexia and Nadia. I smile at them sweetly. All of our names end with 'a', it's quite amusing. Soph and Lex go either side of me and Nadi leads the way. We all shortened our names, special nicknames only we call each other, I'm Ree.

"So, how's life Ree?" Asks Lex. I roll my eyes and Lex clasps her hand to her mouth. Every time she starts speaking she automatically asks 'how's life', it's a terrible habit of hers. Soph and Nadi giggle.

"I'm fine, thanks Lex, any of you worried about getting reaped?" I ask automatically, then the mood dampens and there's a bit of silence. Whoops! Ever since Soph's elder brother got reaped we try to stay quiet about such things, but now I've brought it up I guess they're going to just have to continue with the conversation.

"I think we all are, Ree, but I don't see why you should be. You're definitely ready to kick some career arse!" Says Nadi excitedly grinning at me.

"I'm not so sure Nadi, and anyway, there is no way under a million stars that I could stand a chance." I murmur, "I'd be sliced up in the bloodbath." We pause our conversation and see tears welling in Soph's eyes. Whoops! Maybe we shouldn't have done that! She brushes the tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand and gives us a brave smile, but I know it's forced. Her brother was the first to go, the district four boy who got into the final two killed him.

Lex hurriedly steers the conversation away with her trademark catchphrase and soon we're at the district six square ready for the reaping to start.

Brink Freeman

"Stop pickling that thing!" yells my father desperately, "I'm trying to work!"

I sigh and put down my guitar, roughing up my messy blonde hair and taking a look in the mirror. With my peach skin and startling green eyes I almost look mad. I grin crazily at the mirror and now I do look mad. Ever since my mother died when she caught an infectious disease off one of the patients from the hospital she worked in my father has enveloped himself in work, taking overtime and constantly trying to find a cure to the disease that killed my mother. It's lunacy, it can't work. I however have submitted myself to music to express my feelings. I tap my guitar hopefully and then place it back in its case, being careful not to scratch it. That guitar means a lot to me.

Once my mother died I went a bit mad, I was mean and horrible to all my friends until they left me alone and I went ballistic around my father, eventually we've settled into a subconscious agreement. I can practise my music as long as he's not working, which isn't very often, but when I do practise I can be as loud as I want, which means it's probably a nightmare getting the few hours of sleep that he does, but that's not my problem.

I get to my wardrobe and tug out some baggy camouflage trousers, an itchy woollen vest, a baggy fluorescent green t-shirt and combat boots. I look crazy – good. Finally I sling a chunky brown belt with a bullet hole that my mother's father gave to be from the rebellion. Now I look rough, tough and eccentric. I march downstairs, stamping my feet. When my father sees me he raises an eyebrow but says nothing. I like it that way.

I barge out of the house, slamming the door behind me and causing my father to jump and knock a pot of ink over some work he was doing. Well, it's not my problem. I sneer at a girl who is in the year below me, fifteen, and march along the street. I grab a rock and pause for a moment, then chuck it at the girl's window and run for it. A yell erupts from the house and I see a glimpse of blood. I hurt someone – oh no, that's not too great.

I run even faster but slow down when a peacekeeper walks around the corner. By the way he looks at me I know he's going to remember me, great, that's just perfect. I just hope he doesn't put two and two together and arrest me - I would get whipped for that. I charge off as soon as he turns away and screech around the corner, knocking a pot of honey out of someone's hands. Oops! I freeze for a second and then charge off in the direction of the district six square.

I get there just in time as the mayor is finishing his speech. The peacekeeper gives me to evil eye but I turn my head to him and tick myself off his list before shoving my way through to the sixteen year-old boy's section. Everyone there gives me a weird look but I just bare my teeth at them, smiling happily and slightly menacingly, like a rabid animal and they turn away. I smile to myself, being weird, wacky and generally outrageous is so easy and so much for fun than being normal. Who wants to be normal anyway? It's just dull.

A rabbit-like Capitol man scurries on the stage, huge buck teeth and a permanent twitching.

"Thank you mayor for your interesting and factual speech about the history of Panem!" He twitches

"Hello district six, and have some forward carrotations, I mean, congratulations, to the urgh, the tributes who are picked on this hoppy, no, sunny day." He squeaks, his head whipping around him, staying alert.

"Yes, well, the female tribute is..." he says, pawing the reaping ball, "Reena Woodson!"

A guilty looking girl crept up as if she had just been accused of stealing from a shop. She crept up to the stage, a sheepish look on her face.

"Well, joining Reena on the hunger wolves, hunger games, sorry. Joining Reena is Brink Freeman!" The escort squeaked into the microphone, his hands tingling slightly as he held a white slip aloft.

A slightly shocked and eccentric looking boy of about sixteen walked up to the stage, head held high. He climbed up the steps and grasped Reena's hand firmly, shaking it, his grip like a vice.

"That's good, shake hands, good bunnies, no, tributes!" Calls the mad escort and he produces a carrot from his pocket and starts frantically nibbling it with his bucked teeth.

Reena Woodson

Oh no! I must be dreaming; it's all a dream. I desperately want to wake up yet still I can't still I'm shaking hands with the mad boy from my district who is completely insane who is my district partner! It looks I'll have to expand my horizons for alliances then, but if you think about it, who needs alliances?

Brink Freeman

Something has snapped inside me but suddenly it has switched back and I've somehow become different, suddenly I feel again and realize how something weird happened to my brain when my mother died. I remember other moments like this clearly now, when I get a shock. But this is one big shock and no matter how long I wait I don't transform back into my eccentric self. I'm Brink Freeman, I'm back and I'm better!

They're getting a tiny bit shorter - but that doesn't matter! =D

Just districts 1, 8 and 11 to go now!