District Six reapings, chariots, and interviews.

Jerex "Rex" Hylan's POV:

My sister, Kerri, woke me up early that morning. She was crying before and her puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks proved the fact. We had decided that this would be the year I would volunteer for the Hunger Games. My mother killed herself ten years ago when I was seven and my father, in a state of rage- blamed the four-year-old Kerri and me. He made me swear to go into the Hunger Games when I was seventeen as payment. My father, a baker, is now distant from us and I feel as if I am the one caring for my sister.

She was already in her reaping clothes so I escorted her into the kitchen for her to eat her bread.

I went back into my room and put on my plain pants and shirt. I didn't think of the reapings as anything special. My pants were nearly too short for my tall frame. And my plain clothes did not compliment my plain looks.

I went back into the kitchen and came to a halt. Sitting at the table was my father. He was never home for breakfast anymore. Heck, he was hardly home at all! He was eating slowly and didn't look up at me.

"You better take care of her," I ordered him. He didn't look up, but nodded slowly.

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I walked forwards to the pen of sixteen-year-olds. My little brother stared at me from his pen for eleven-year-olds. I gave him a small smile, which he returned comfortably. I sighed glad to avoid another crying fit. I brushed my long brown hair out of my blue eyes as I muttered under my breath about its length. The announcer stood at three and a half feet tall and he had a very squeaky voice. He reached into the pen with girl names and pulled out the paper.

He muttered, "Nia Lee," in his small voice and I looked around for the owner. But everyone was looking at me. Oh my god. I'm Nia Lee. I stiffly walked onto the stage. I didn't really care whose name he called for the boy. I was going to kill them anyway. I was going to survive for my brother. If I died, which I wouldn't, then he would have no one to care for him. Unless of course, the next name called is-

"Hildebrant, Lee."

I stared out into the crowd at my brother's already tear-streaked face. But a voice rang out in the crowd.

"I volunteer!" Shouted an oh-so-familiar voice. It was the voice of Rex, my best friend.

As Jerex Hylan walked onto the stage with heavy feet, I noticed how weak he really was. Not strong like me. I knew it was wrong to think so, but there was no way my best friend would be able to win. He doesn't have any other friends and was socially awkward, where I was popular and a bit easier to talk to. We were opposites and that's what drew us together.

But the one thing actually running through my mind was the question, "Why?"

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"Why?" Nia stared into my eyes as we shook hands for everyone to see. I just blinked and gave her a weak smile to say, I'll tell you later, but on my own terms. She nodded and embraced me. I awkwardly patted her back and everything I had done sunk in. I didn't really volunteer for her brother, in fact that hadn't even occurred to me at the time. It was my dad's entire fault and realized perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Not the fact that I was going to die, but the fact that Hildebrant's life would be.

Peacekeepers had to pry my best friend off of me even though I didn't really hug Nia back too much. I had my eyes open the whole time, but I don't remember seeing anything on the way to the justice building. Of course, when I entered the posh room I was brought back to my senses.

I was probably going to die in this game, but I had endurance and strength. I wasn't too muscular, but I was tall and that could be considered intimidating. I wasn't very social, and I'm sure I would be stiff and awkward in front of the cameras, and that could effect my sponsor count. I had short curly black hair and dark green eyes. Nothing special. I turned as the door opened and got ready for a tear-jerking goodbye.

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The District Six chariot sat behind the one for District five and I saw Jerex clench and unclench his fists out of nervousness. Our industry is transportation and it showed in our outfits. I wore a mini dress that was black and had a lot of chains and metal accents. Over it, I wore a leather jacket and on my head a motorcycle helmet with a flaming letter six. Next to me, Rex wore pinstripe pants and a train conductor hat, but he went shirtless and I, as well as the citizens of Panem, was surprised to see that he actually had some muscles.

Again, I don't want to seem cocky, but I almost felt bad for the other districts. I think district six might actually have a chance this year. But I'm sure that's what all of the other district six tributes thought…

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"Well, C.J.," I cringed at how Nia was able to milk the audience. She nicknamed Caesar Junior, C.J., back at home to make fun of him by comparing him with the kid we hate, C.J. She used it now as an endearing term during her interview, "I always think the key to success is believing you can be successful. And of course, I believe I can be successful in this year's hunger games. I mean a score of seven has some potential right?"

She barely even let Caesar talk and yet she had the Capital wrapped around her finger. Perhaps my strategy should change. I should just stick with Nia and I'll be fine. I'll kill her, win the games, and go home to kill my father. Oh my god, what did I just think? There is no way I could kill Nia, and now the Hunger Games has twisted me into a teenager who could kill is own father.

Before, I knew it, I was ushered onto the stage and I plastered a huge grin on my face that I knew must have looked goofy, the way the audience was laughing. When I sat down in the chair, I tried to lessen my smile, only creating what must have looked like a grimace.

"So, Jerex, what does it feel like to be pushed into the spotlight," Caesar must have been making fun of me, but I frowned and looked past it.

"Actually, I volunteered for the games," I decided to play off a more serious angle. Wow, I can't believe I could actually be smart enough to do this.

"You see, I took the place of Nia's younger brother." I gave myself a mental fist pump as the audience immediately 'Awwed.'

The sympathetic angle… I have to keep that in mind in the arena.

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Hey ya'll! Happy Hunger Games prermiere! Who saw it at midnight? Well, here is a little surprise for you darlings! District Six!