Yeah I'm back to writing full chapter but sometimes I'll skip the beginning and head to the reapings but I'll end up writing some more at the end either the tributes analysis or a friends emotions after the reaping. I finally posted this which I was supposed to 2 days ago, except me dropping my grandma over to her friend's house and staying there for 8 hours with nothing to write on. Then next day we swam for 4 hours. Soo busy in the summer time. I'm trying to post each chapter the same day, next day or 2 days from now so please bear with me. Sorry to the readers July is always so busy.

Atheya Jones POV

"So Atheya do you think you'll volunteer?" my mother Demetria asks. "Maybe, maybe not," I say with my mouth full.

Right now we are eating bread and not that tesserae kind of bread, I mean the good kind.

"Atheya, it's not lady like to eat with your mouth full," my mother says even though her mouth is full.

"What about you Rhea, last one?" my older much good-looking brother Paul, says. He has spiky black hair and gold-green eyes just like me and my mother.

"Haven't thought about it but maybe," my sister Rhea says in a cool casual way.

"Thea, I hope you don't follow Atheya or Rhea," my father James, says.

"No way, Atheya can follow Rhea," little Thea says.

Well Rhea is my role model. She is perfect, with her silky black hair that goes down to her waist and her blue eyes. Thea also has the same look except her hair doesn't go down to her waist but to her elbows. While mines is down to the end of my spine.

"Thea, don't leave crumbs on your dress," my mother says.

"Ok," she says while flicking the crumb off her.

"Come on guys, let's go!" Rhea says. And I shove another slice of bread in my mouth then run outside. Rhea is way in front of Thea and me but we can still catch up.

But we didn't. But on my way to the 17's section I see Rhea talking to someone. Well actually someone talking to Rhea.

"Go to the 13's section," I order Thea and she nods and then walks over there.

I begin to march up there to help Rhea. "Come on. After the reaping how about you and me on a date?" this mysterious boy says. I look at him and notice he has messy brown hair and reddish eyes.

"No," Rhea says in her cool voice and then crosses her arms and looks away.

"Come on," the boy says and follows Rhea. "She said No," I yell at him."

"Stay out kid," he says.

"Never," I yell.

"What are you going to do pipsqueak?" he asks.

"This," and then I stomp his foot.

"OW!" he yells and then he jumps around and Rhea and I walk away.

"Thanks Atheya," my sister says. "No problem," I say and smile. I head off to the 17's and Rhea to the 18's.

Then the mayor begins the treaty treason.

I wonder what will happen for the Pre-Quarter Quell.

Will any of us get to live? Will the Gamemakers choose our Allies? It's killing me to know what it is.

Our mentors will tell us during the ride but I don't know. Harmonia and Shale our mentors already know so much about it. Harmonia is only 23 after winning the 90th on her 13th birthday, while Shale won the 80th games when he was 17.

Harmonia is another role-model of mine. She only won with her determination and using poison darts to kill the careers at their camp. She volunteered for the games to save her mom and her 4 brothers and her sister.

Now that the mayor is done the treaty treason, he begins to introduce our escort Lima Frech. She has violet hair, purple skin, and wearing a lavender dress. Guess she loves purple.

"Helllloooooo evvverrrrrryyyoneee," she says in her snooty mature voice. I hate our escort she holds some of the words she says and that gets on my nerves.

"Laaaaaaaaaaaadiesssssss fffirrrrrssssssst!" man I really hope she talks normally on the train.

She dips her purple hand with her long tyrian purple nails in the bowl. One of her nails stabs a slip of paper and then takes it off her nail. Her nails could stab someone and are much longer than an average's long nail before they cut it.

Just thinking about her nails freak me out. She begins to read the slip "Attttttheyaaaa Jooooonesss," only her can make my name should weird. I walk up to the stage with a smile that says "Yeah, I'm a fighter"

Then she pulls out a slip from the boy's but this time she doesn't use her nail to pierce the paper. "Dyyyyyyyylannnn Nooooobeeelllllle," I see a normal boy wearing a yellow shirt and long dress pants that look like his father wore them before him walk up to the stage.

Dylan Nobele, a normal boy, a normal ally, another normal person who will die. I know that only I can win only me not anyone else. Not Bradley, not Samira, not Amy nor Roberto, not Graff or Leo, or Janina or Alexandre and certainly not May and Kyle.

I shake Dylan's hand and then Lima says in another horrible try at the holding thing.

"LLLAAAAAADDIEEEEESSSSSS AAAAAND GEEEEEEEEENNNNTTEENNN, HEEREE ARRRRRE YYYYOOOOOUUUR TRRRIBBBBUTTTTTEEEEESSS FOOR THE 99th HUNGERRRRRRR GAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMESSSSsss!" I hate her pretend voice. I wish I could scratch her.

Dylan Nobele's POV

Nothing really did happen before the reaping and listening to the treaty treason was boring. The only thing that is exciting is the reaping. Not that I like it but I think they do the treaty treason to bore everyone so that they are excited that it's over and then they watch which scared kids enter. I look at my yellow shirt for a second and then my dad's dress pants which he forced me to wear.

"Helllloooooo evvverrrrrryyyoneee," our escort Lima Frech says in her long voice. Lima has been our escort for about 17 years and is still going. And every year she dress up in a specific colour and its different shades. This year it's purple with violet and lavender.

"Laaaaaaaaaaaadiesssssss fffirrrrrssssssst!" she says in her happy voice. She dips her purple hand with her long royal purple nails in the bowl. One of her nails stabs a slip of paper and then takes it off her nail. "Attttttheyaaaa Jooooonesss," she says.

I see a 17 year old walk up stage.

Then she pulls out a slip from the boy's.

Please not me. Please not me, please not me.

Dyyyyyyyylannnn Nooooobeeelllllle,"

Great it never works. Why don't I ever learn? The cruel fate of the Capitol does this. I bet they already put in the names before the reaping even happens and assumes that someone might or might not volunteer.

I begin to walk to the stage. I think of how my mom and dad will be happy if I survive but if I don't what if they commit suicide or go through a stage of depression and just give up.

I reach up on the stage and shake Atheya Jones' hand but put on a serious face while she puts a charming face. We are very different but who cares I'll trust her and her decisions. "LLLAAAAAADDIEEEEESSSSSS AAAAAND GEEEEEEEEENNNNTTEENNN, HEEREE ARRRRRE YYYYOOOOOUUUR TRRRIBBBBUTTTTTEEEEESSS FOOR THE 99th HUNGERRRRRRR GAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMESSSSsss!" And we are directed to the Justice building.

Atheya Jones POV

My mother and father both come in with Romulus and Remis. My mother cries and then does my twin brothers. My father just gives me a firm nod and a good luck. Then they leave.

Next is Paul my brother. Who pats me on the back and that turns into a hug. "Please come back," he says and almost suffocates me with his hug. He and I have never had this close of a relationship. He always is out with Hailey his girlfriend. And when she is with him and I'm there he calls me kid or runt or sis. I always think he wants to be cool and in charge but maybe he wants to impress her. I know this is one of the only people her feels that he actually loves.

Then Thea comes in. She cries more than my mother and to stop her I sing her a song I wrote and that calms her down. And then she leaves crying.

Rhea is the last to come in and she is somewhat relieved to skip all the reapings but is still sad that she is going to lose me. She has these mood swings when she enters and sort of scares me. And that's the last of them.

Dylan Nobele POV

When I enter the building the first person who comes in is my best friend Kevin Allikin. "Good luck Dyll Pickle," he says. Kevin always listens to me and is an awesome friend but he likes to mock me of my favourite snack a pickle and my name. "Thanks," and then he frowns and leaves.

I'll never get to see him again. And both of us know it.

Next my father comes in. First he hands me something. It's his golden ring. "Are you sure?" I ask. He nods. "Mom's not coming is she?" I ask.

"Sorry Dylan, but after the reaping she went to go to work," he says then sighs. "Why can't she miss it, I'm not going to win or anything!" I yell at my dad. "Don't be negative Dylan," he says.

I know I shouldn't be negative and I hope I win so my mom will stop working and we can finally be a true family. No only seeing her when I wake up at 3:00 and hear her keys jangle. And I haven't talked to her much.

She is so busy she doesn't remember my birthday, age, and once she forgot my name.

I know she needs to work to keep us alive but if only I could have trained then I could win the games but only the careers do and that's why most of them are victors not districts like 6.

My father hugs me and then leaves me alone with my partner Atheya. And then we head onto the train and set to the lumber district, District 7.


I got Lima's voice from me holding the keyboard too long and I was tired so I kept it like this. And you usually won't find stories posted in the morning because here I live 4 hours earlier then some people. Well I am going to start 7 soon. But for now I was doing a story on Madelyn and Alex's bond but I'm going to post-pone that until I'm done the reapings. And I might have made some thinking-Italic errors or forgetting them but this is another longer one. I might do long then short or just short for my characters. Which are 5, 8, and 12 not counting the more imprtant careers.