Myrtle Falloway POV

This morning for breakfast the maid brought me two pancakes in bed and she knows I always eat three! Daddy's so gonna fire her.

I finish the two pancakes in a grumpy mood and get out of bed for a shower. I put on a yellow dress and attempt to tie back my dumb frizzy brown hair. I have asked Daddy over and over again to have something sent in from the Capitol for me to straighten it with, but he says it's too expensive! And nothing is ever to expensive for me!

Thinner people than me have been described as pudgy , but even if I am a little heavier than normal, it doesn't mean I'm not beautiful, because since my Daddy's the mayor, he can make people think that anything's beautiful. I have a couple splotches of acne on my face and my eyes are a dull, rusty brown that are almost a pretty gold color, but not quite.

I walk down the staircase to find Daddy, as usual, in his office preparing for something or other. Today that something or other was his reaping speech.

I lie around on the couch for a bit, bored. I flip through the channels and decide to watch the other reapings. Nobody made any lasting impressions on me, except for the girl that looked like she was trying to break the other kid's hand at the end.

I look up at the clock and see that it is time to leave for my reaping.

"DADDY!" I screamed up the stairs.

He scrambles down the stairs in a hurry.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I was just making sure I had everything." I roll my eyes. All he needs to take with him is me.

We leave the house and appear at the reaping just in time. I sit down in the fourteen's with a few of my friends. I know they only hang around me for my money, but I like the attention.

Daddy begins his speech. He goes one and one and it's really boring.

I start to pay attention when a man joins my father on the stage and draws out a girl's name.

"Myrtle Falloway!"

What?! This is not acceptable! I am not afraid when I reach the stage and stand next to my father, who looks like he's having a heart attack. No, I'm not scared, I am furious. Who would dare make me participate in the barbaric Games!

I barely notice when a short boy stands next to me, I am so outraged. Daddy struggles to spit out the rest of his speech through his tears. Thanks for the support, Dad. If he's already mourning my death, than he must really think I have no chance. Pfft, I'll show him.

Vicus Wend POV

My friends and I have all been kind of psyched for the reaping. Not that we enjoy the Hunger Games itself, we just like the kind of nervous excitement in the air on that day. And we like the fact that there is no school on reaping day.

I am thirteen years old and kinda small for my age. I have dark brown hair and dark green eyes. My features are sharp and mischievous, as I am. Well, I don't know about the first one, but mischievous I am.

I get dress in a brown shirt and brown pants. Boring and typical. I wish I had some nicer clothes, maybe with bright colors, or something.

"Vicus, breakfast!" yelled my mom's voice.

"Coming!" I call back.

I race out to the kitchen. My family is pretty poor, but we get by. We have a small house and usually have enough food to go around. Nobody in my family has ever had to hunt to keep us fed. I guess we're pretty lucky.

Mom was setting three plates of eggs on the table. It's only me and my parents now. My older sister used to live with us but she got married and moved out.

I eat fast and head out to find my friends. I have a group of six friends, brought together by our hate of Peacemakers. Well, maybe hate is too strong a word. Anyways, we all like making their lives miserable. We only play harmless jokes on them, you know, put a worm in their hat, or hide their shoes. Kid stuff. If we wanted, we really could get them bad, but we haven't found a good reason to. Yet.

I found them already hanging around the reaping site, even though there were hours to go and no one else was there.

"Hey!" called Venus. She is the only girl in our group and the oldest, being sixteen.

"Hi." I reply when I reach them.

"So you ready for the reaping?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

We all hang around together for a while in the thirteen's, even though I'm the only thirteen year old. As the crowds begin to appear, the others leave to go sit with the correct age section.

The mayor walks on and talks about the normal stuff. He's an overweight, greasy looking guy.

Finally our Capitol guy walks up onto the stage and draws a girl's name.

"Myrtle Falloway!"

There were gasps from the crowd. Myrtle Falloway is the mayor's snobby, fat daughter. Her father looks like he's gonna pass out. She stands next to him with her eyes narrow, as if asking who's idea this was. Everybody had figured that the system was rigged so that none of the mayor's kids would ever get chosen. Guess not.

The representative drew a boy's name without even glancing at the sputtering mayor.

"Vicus Wend!"I stand up and walk slowly to the stage. This can't be happening. I only had two pieces of paper in there! I stand next to Myrtle uneasily.

The mayor struggles to go through the rest of his speech, but it takes even longer than normal because the guy is crying so hard.

After almost two hours I finally shake Myrtle's hand.

Alright I have a few things to say. First sorry about Vicus's POV, I had a serious case of writer's block, so if it doesn't make sense, sorry! Also, I just really want to say thanks so much for all the reviews! I love hearing what you think about the characters or how I wrote it. It's also nice to know I am not the only one reading this XD. Thanks so, so much!

-Natalie