Christina Grant's POV:

I consider district 6 lucky. We don't have to send double the tributes and we don't have to send a tribute from the age of seven to eleven but then we still have to send two tributes, are district 6 really lucky? We send two tributes who, let's face it, aren't going to be coming back. I've watched the videos time and time again and I know that district 6 never do well. In the 71st, 72nd, 73rd and 74th Hunger Games all of the district 6 tributes died on the first day. I'd like to say that we have improved but since the rebellion we have been laid back. Not much transport has been needed as most of it was just delivering the tributes to the Capitol and taking them back in a wooden box, that was until a month ago. When the Hunger Games were put back on the factories were reopened and we had orders for twelve new trains and one new hovercraft. With the amount of inexperienced workers it was a hard task and many of us kids had to ditch school to help build the trains.

Last week we were inspected by the Capitol and we had only managed to do the hovercraft and nine of the trains. A public whipping took place for the people in charge of the factories and in the process four people died. Since we have managed to make all of the trains but the images of the men being whipped is a nightmare to us all. Each night people can be heard screaming and when peacekeepers are around most people will hide in their houses.

Right now though district 6 is in mourning for the tributes who are going to die in the games. Apparently before the reapings, in the past, district 6 used to gather around the graveyard which is scattered with many disfigured bodies all clumsily buried underground. So that is where we are now. I stand with my head down staring at a single gravestone with the name of a boy who died in the 46th Hunger Games.

"Could everybody join hands please?" the old man who organized all of this asks. I grip onto the shaky hand of my Dad and I can only think of the horror he would have went through as a child as his friends were taken away from him one by one and now that will happen to me.

The service, (I guess I can call it that), doesn't last much longer and we are all told to get ready for the reaping before making our way to the justice building.

"Is everyone okay?" my Dad asks with teary eyes. All four of us kids nod our heads before making our way to out house. We used to live in a reasonably big house but when Mam died in the train accident we didn't have enough money. For a while we scrounges the streets until we finally managed to buy this house. It's only got one floor but it's cozy.

As soon as I enter the house I head to mine and Tyler's room. Tyler is my seventeen year old brother.

"Volunteer for Liam if he's reaped Tyler," I say seriously as he walks through the bedroom door.

"Don't worry I will. You volunteer for Mary if she's reaped," he replies in a relaxed tone while getting changed into his reaping clothes.

"I will," I say thinking of the possibility. So basically I have my five slips in and Mary's three, but it's Tyler we have to worry for. He has took tesserae for all five of us as well as the six slips he already has to have and the two slips he's taking for Liam.

I quickly pull on a plain light blue dress with a brown leathery belt and make my way to everybody else in the family.

"Is everyone ready?" my Dad asks pulling on his ring. I twiddle my Mam's ring around my finger and we all nod our heads in unison. Together as a family we make our way our of the door into the streets of district 6.

"Christina," I hear a familiar voice shout.

"Sam," I shout back trying to look around for where he will be.

"Over here," I hear him shout to my left and I let go of my families hand and rush over to him. "Is your Dad okay?" he asks as soon as I'm next to him.

"I think so, why?" I reply quite worried.

"He looked really upset at the service," he says as we begin to walk down the street.

"Oh, I think he lost some friends in the games. Did you Mam or Dad?"

"Well my Mam's not around for me to find out but my Dad lost a few friends," he says and I suddenly feel guilty about asking of his Mam. His Mam died in the same incident my Mam died in and since we have bonded really well.

"Well good luck at the reaping," he says dragging me into a hug.

"Same to you," I reply before running back to my family.

Apollo Lavin's POV:

"What if I get reaped?" I say staining my hands with the damp grass.

"I don't think you will, your only fifteen," my cousin Rallo says. Me and Rallo are unbreakable together. He is the only person I will ever talk to about anything that concerns me.

"But your eighteen," I say pulling the grass around me still.

"Don't worry about me."

"I will worry about you. You've helped me when my parents haven't."

"Yeah, well anyone could have," he says pulling a weird face. "They didn't deserve you anyway. Not the way they treated you and your brother."

"Why do people turn to morphling?" I ask a tear starting to roll down my cheek.

"Because they're depressed or upset. Not many people go on it nowadays anyway."

"Mam and Dad did," I say turning to face the ground.

"Because your brother died," he says mournfully which reminds me of the service we should have went to this morning.

"We forgot..." I start.

"... to go to that service this morning," he finishes off the sentence for me.

"Yeah."

"I didn't want to get upset," he says and then looks at me with a smile on his face, "do you want to go to the reaping now?"

I pick myself up off of the floor as an answer. I take this opportunity to look at Rallo and how similar he is to me. His fair skin, brown hair, grey hairs and tall. All features that I have. It doesn't take long before we get to the reaping and I'm standing in the large crowd of fifteen year old boys. They hustle and bustle around and at points kids get pushed onto the ground. I move forward to get out of the way then suddenly regret my action. What might they think of me? They might think I'm some stuck up brat. I'm not. I move back. No. Now they might think I want to join in the hustle and bustle.

I consider things over and over again until the mayor walks onto the stage and begins to read the treaty of treason. I watch as the bowls are wheeled onto the stage. I won't get reaped.

Wert Ilonso's POV (district 6 escort):

The chain that my foot is attached to burns against my ankles and I want to scream out. The peacekeepers are watching me carefully as the two bowls come behind the curtain so I'm in reaching distance to them. Someone places a crutch in my hand so it looks like I can't walk very well and I scowl at them. The real reason is so I won't run away. This is supposed to be my punishment, coming to district 6. It is a punishment. I slapped the president so I wouldn't have to come back to district 6. What if people recognize me here? Have I disguised myself enough?

One month ago when the Hunger Games were announced to be coming back I slyly made my way onto a train in district 6 to the Capitol. I spent my first few days adjusting myself so I had a patterned grey beard and Capitol like features. I soon disguised into a Capitolite and changed my name to Wert Ilonso. I had to move so I could have a life. I didn't have a life in district 6 because I lived on the streets. I planned on moving to the Capitol getting loads of money (which I did) then becoming an escort (which I also did). But I became the escort for the wrong district. I planned to become the escort for 1 or 2 or 4 where I could buy a new, big house with my money and change my features back. They would never know where the escort went. But of course I would be the escort for district 6. As soon as I found out I was I slapped the president hoping she wouldn't make me go but in stead that my punishment was to come here.

They have kept me under peacekeeper watch at all times and now I must lead two kids who I will probably know to their deaths.

The curtain raises in front of me and I perch my lips to look like more of a capitolite.

"Hello district 6," I say in the biggest cheery capitolite accent I can, "welcome to the reaping. I'm Wert Ilonso and could you kindly watch this video for me." The video plays but quickly finishes and I dive my hand into the girls' bowl.

"Christina Grant," I call out and a very pretty girl with long blonde hair makes her way onto the stage. She shakily steps onto the spot next to me and I shake her hand. This is horrible.

"Apollo Lavin," I call out and sigh in relief at the fact I've never seen either of these kids before in my life, but have they seen me?

It isn't long before they are told to shake hands and a curtain drops down in front of me. They watch me for instructions and I tell them to go into their separate rooms. I'm soon taken out of my chain and once the tributes have finished their goodbyes I'm told to ask them who they want as their mentors. The girl quickly announces she wants her old brother Tyler and the boy wants his cousin Rallo.

"Let's go," I say leading them to the train. This will be a terrible few weeks.

A/N: I hoped you liked the explanation to why Wert did that. Well tell me what you think of the tributes and also go onto my profile where I'm going to put up a poll about how many to die in the bloodbath.

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