Mary Sparks POV, District 6

"Hey Mary!" Says my best friend Lizzie. She's been my best friend since my sister Rowena left me. I hate Rowena. We never knew our parents so Rowena watched me and I relied on her to keep me alive. Then when I turned 9 she left to District 3 or something. So then Lizzie took me under her wing and now she is the only person I trust.

"Hi, Lizzie," I answer.

"Well Reapings are in a little bit so come to my house to get ready," she says. I live in the care home but in her home I have my own little room, though it's like a closet.

"Ok," I follow Lizzie to her house and she opens the door.

"I picked out a reaping outfit for you. It might be thin, sorry. I wore it for my second reapings," she says, handing me a thin grey dress.

"Thank you," I say. It's better than what the care home would give me. I slide on the dress and Lizzie hands me two ribbons. She ties one on the dress and the other in my straight dark brown hair. I brought some grey flats and put them on. They hurt my feet but they are dressy.

"You look really good, Mary," exclaims Lizzie.

"Thank you, you too," I say to her. She is wearing a deep purple dress with splotches of black. I know I will be wearing that for my 4th reapings.

"We'd better get going!" She says. We run to the reaping, but my feet are killing me. Once we get there they prick our fingers. It hurts Lizzie and I flinch.

"Why are you two here so early?" Asks Martin. He's kinda like my boyfriend but 5 months ago I met Tom and he asked me out so we dated for 5 months. But last week Tom broke up with me. I have known Martin since we were little and I still had Rowena with me.

"Bye, guys, I have to go to the 15 year olds," says Lizzie.

"Bye Liz!" I say as she walks away from the 13 year old section to the 15 year old section.

"Are you ready?" Asks Martin.

"Yeah, I guess..." I reply.

"So Ma-" he starts but then our escort walks on stage.

Kote Arlidon POV, District 6

Ugh, Victor Tug is here. Oh how I hate him! I wish he would get reaped this year and die painfully. I hate his eyes that give me dirty looks, his voice that insults me, his feet that kick me, and most of all that I hate is his hands that give me black eyes and steal my stuff.

I once lived a peaceful life with my father and mother. They raised me very well and my father, Willem, and mother, Dyannah, both had a taste for poetry and music so now that's what I love. They raised me with the trait of curiosity. That trait makes me adventurous.

Then one day changed my life. That one minute changed my life. Just an oil can and a flame. I was in town at one if the book shops to get a book to read. When I came home, big, hot, orange flames were eating my house and my parents.

I ran away to get away from that horrible moment. I'm not going to a care home, I'm going to live the life my parents wanted me to. I found an ally that was empty and now I live there.

A week after the accident everyone thought the whole family died even me, but they were wrong. I walk back to where my beautiful house used to stand. It's now a big pile of ashes. I've seen Victor stand in the pile of ashes and pick up my mother's necklace. The one my mother got married in. The one my father gave to her. The one she never took off. The one that reminded me of her. Victor shoved it into his pocket and walked away.

I stole it from him when he wasn't paying attention. It's now one of the only things that I care about - books are a second.

After that, Victor and I had clashes like I dumped a bucket of liquor on his head. We fought bunches of battles.

"Hey Stupid!" says Victor as he passes me.

"Hey Squirrel brain!" I argue back.

"Hey, why don't you volunteer and die," he says.

"Why don't you?" I ask.

"Hey Victor, lets go!" Calls his friend.

"Bye, scum," he says, and leaves with his friend.

Hmm, reapings are in an hour so I better get ready. I run my fingers through my medium-length, thick, flame-red hair and just throw on some "rags". It's just my white shirt and black pants.

I walk to where the reapings are held and take my spot in the 13 year old section.

Mary Sparks POV, District 6

Our escort, Daphne Pann, walks on stage with our mayor and our past victors. "Good morning District- what district is this?" She asks the mayor.

"District 6," he replies.

"Good morning District 6, and happy Hunger Games!" She says. I dont listen to the speech because I'm too busy hating Rowena.

"Ladies first!" She exclaims.

"Mary Sparks!" She squeals. My name. I am shocked, just standing there. I can't move, I can't breath, I can't do anything. The crowd parts and peacekeepers come and shove me. They're giving me scratches and bruises up and down my arms and legs. They carry me up there and I'm still in shock staring off into the crowd.

Kote Arlidon POV, District 6

Oh wow, that probably hurt. She won't last long. I probably shouldn't underestimate her, but, oh, well, I don't care.

Now Daphne is walking over to the boys' reaping ball. Her grey skin, grey hair, and grey dress makes me hate grey. She's so bubbly and stupid.

"Kote Arlidon!" She squeals my name. I go all numb inside. I don't know what to do, but before I know it my feet are moving me up to the stage.

"Our two tributes from District- what district again?" She asks.

"District 6," says our mayor, rolling his eyes.

"Our two tributes from District 6: Kote Arlidon and Mary Sparks!" She squeals.

Authors Note

Thank you to RueThisDay for Mary and to EZS for Kote. Also thank you to Peeta6In6Real6Life for Daphne. I hope you liked this chapter (And all my other ones.) Sorry I am not really good with insults so with the Kote and Victor part was really bad sorry. We are half way through the Reapings.

Thank you for sticking with me this whole time! Please review; I love all of your reviews.