HEY DUDES! THANKS FOR THE AWESOME SUPPORT, BUT SERIOUSLY, TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG! IF YOU DON'T COMMENT ON MY TERRIBLENESS, I'M JUST GOING TO ASSUME MY WRITING IS FLAWLESS.
I try to update every other day, but I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN THREE DAYS! SO LONG!
If I don't update for one of my other stories, in my defense I'm a human being with swimming practice, writing electives, AND piles of flipping homework. But anyways, thanks to Clumsy Ballerina and xSakura-Blossomsx for the awesome tributes!

Robin Lovelock, 14

Rang! Rang! Goes the bell signaling five minutes before Reapings.

Wait, Reapings?! Shhhh- I'm late!

I throw myself out of bed quickly. I don't have time to change, so I just toss on my brown cloak, and pull the hood over my head. Good thing I was just wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. Not that I have anything else to wear when I go to bed.

I grab my mother's necklace, the one with the little axe charm, and shove my feet into my wooden boots. When I was little, I lived in District 7, but my father, Aster Lovelock, had a job promotion, so we moved to District 10. Sometimes I lay awake at night dreaming about the lush forests of District 7, how it sounded so peaceful in the forests…

Quickly, I snap out of my dreamscape. I hurry and grab Timothy from his crib. Two minutes and a half left. Shoot, shoot, shoot.

My father stops me in the doorway. I strategize how to get past him when he suddenly speaks and interrupts me.

"Hold on, Robin, where do you think you're going with Timmy?"

I look up to see my father glaring down at me. "Haha whoops," I giggle. "Sometimes I forget you're Dad. I'm so overprotective."

Dad smile warmly. He plants a kiss on Tim and my cheek, and says, "I'm going to work. See you after the Reapings." With that, he leaves.

I zip out the front door. Somehow, I manage to keep calm despite all the thoughts racing through my head. I focus on my running, and make it to Town Square RIGHT before the bell chimes.

I didn't realize that I was sweating. Wiping my forehead, I search for my best friend Cecelia's mother. When my dad and I were busy, we let Angeline babysit Timothy. I find Cecelia's mom and give him to her.

I return to the 15 year-old girl section. I stand next to Cecelia and wait for the Reapings to be over.

The stupid movie clip of the rebellion turns on. I roll my eyes, and watch the idiotic thing. People falling on the battle ground, blood splattered everywhere, Capitol's flag, and the rebels' sign of surrender. Yeah, we get it! The only reason I watched it was because I wanted to see how the Capitol made themselves look so superior. That and I would succumb to boredom if I didn't.

Finally, the Reapings. Usually I don't look forward to it, but now I feel like I'm going to DIE if something doesn't happen fast.

"Ladies first!" quirks the stupid Capitolite man. His name is Denarius, I think. I don't really care.

Denarius's eyes light up. "Robin Lovelock!" he squeals. I turn around to face the unfortunate girl.

Wait, I'm Robin!

Holy cow, this can't be happening, not now.

But he called my name. The words rolled off his tongue so smoothly, it was as if he wasn't sending me to my death.

Slowly, I walk up the stage as if in a trance. Why me? WHY ME?!

Colton Prescott, 14

"Easy, Cobalt," I say, soothing my horse. Lionel, the family dog, was lying on the ground, whimpering and patting his left paw. Cobalt had just gone on a rage and kicked Lionel's paw. "I'm going to go change, so you guys better be good."

Cobalt replied with, "NAY!" and Lionel a bark. I hurry inside and find that my mother had laid out my clothes on the couch, where I sleep.

"You act like Cobalt's a person." My older sister, Josie, says smugly. I roll my eyes, already annoyed.

"At least he's more of a person than you are," I shoot back. She just sighs exasperatedly, and says, "Whatever." She leaves, but right before she exits, I say, "By the way, you're in my room." She groans like she has the most terrible life ever.

I walk into the nearest unoccupied bathroom. For my Reaping outfit, I have a white button-up shirt and my best pair of jeans. Given, it's not the best jeans, but you know what I mean.

As I finish my buttoning my last, well, button, I humor myself with thoughts of being in the Hunger Games. I'll eat all the food, that's for sure.

I run my hand through my hair, and look in the small mirror in the bathroom. A tall boy with shaggy brown hair that hasn't been cut in a long time, bright green eyes, and tanned skin looks back at me. That's probably why so many girls fawn over me; I look like I belong in District 4.

I jam my feet into my sneakers, stride to the kitchen, and eat my long-gone-cold toast. Josie walks into the kitchen and grabs her toast. She runs out the door, probably went to talk to her girlfriends or something. Girls are weird.

Opening the cooler box, I see a note on top of it.

"Went working," the note said. "From Mom and Dad."

I sigh and grab the pint-size carton of milk and drink half of it.

When I'm done with "breakfast", I head out toward the Town Square. I check the clock, and it says, 7:57 AM.

When the long arrow reaches 12, the escort shouts in his so manly voice, "REAPINGS! YAY!" and puts a movie on the screen behind him. I tune out, already bored out of my mind.

After 13 minutes or so, the escort finally gets on with the Reapings. "Robin Lovelock!" he says into the microphone. A dazed looking girl slowly walks up the stage. I know I'm not going to look like that if I get Reaped, because I already know I'm not going to be Reaped in the first place.

"Now, boy time!" yells the escort. Man, that guy needs to get How to Be a Boy lessons.

"Colton Prescott!"

Wait, my name was called? This has to be some kind of joke. But the guy doesn't make any moves to correct himself.

I slowly walk up the stage, but not somberly. It looks more like a swagger, if I'm honest.

"Shake each other's hands guys! Show good sportsmanship!" the escort chirps. I want to slap him so hard.

Robin and I shake hands. I flash a dazzling smile at her. She just rolls her eyes and grips my hand harder.

Goodbyes

My family comes in first.

"What is freaking wrong with the Capitol?!" my mother screams. "They'll pay for sending my only son to the Games!"

I try to lighten the mood. "Well, you have Josie." Josie looks like she wants to glare at me, but she looks like she's too busy trying not to cry.

My dad is raging and spitting curse words everywhere. At least, they sound like curse words.

While my mother and father are focused on being mad, my sister takes this as an opportunity to talk to me. "I know how much you like horses," she starts, "so I bought you this horse necklace. I know it might seem girly, but-"I cut her off. "It's awesome," I say. She looks like she's about to say something else but the Peacekeepers drag my family out of the room.

Stephanie and Adam Johnson, my best friends, rush in. They don't say anything, they just stand there.

Finally, I break the silence. "Hi, my name is Colton!" I say sarcastically.

Stephanie speaks first. "Sorry, I'm just- I can't believe you got Reaped!"

Adam steps in. "Yeah! You had only, uh-"

"23 slips."

"Yeah, that many slips," Adam adds glumly.

"Well, I'm here now, so I guess I need to be STRATEGIZING MY EVERY MOVE!" I joke.

They laugh, but a little bitterly. We just talk about happy moments until the Peacekeepers tell them to get out.

When they leave, I feel as if a part of me was missing already.

Robin's POV

"ROBIN!" my father yells. He comes rushing in, his face pale and carrying Timmy.

"Hi, Dad," I say somberly.

"You were Reaped? How-?"

"I don't know!" I yell, exasperated. "I just know that I was Reaped. And that I probably won't survive."

My father is quiet for a minute. Finally he says, "No. You will come home. You have your mother's smarts, and my strength."

I start tearing up, surprised I haven't yet. Dad places Timothy on the chair I'm sitting on, and he crawls onto my lap and starts snoring. We don't say anything but cherish what might be my final moments with my family.

Before I know it, my dad and Timmy were taken away from me, replacing them with Ajax and Cecilia, who were twins.

Cecelia is sobbing, and Ajax looks on the verge of tears himself.

"P-please promise me to come back!" She says, hiccupping. Ajax is patting her back. He catches my eye and nods solemnly.

"I promise." I choke out. Surprisingly, my voice doesn't catch, and sounds a lot more stronger than I actually am

So, Question Time!
1. Who's your favorite out of the two? Why?
2. What if Robin and Colton allied?
3. WHAT AM I TERRIBLE AT?!

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